One of our workers was especially nice to lay him on the sofa and wiping the vomit my husband pewted in the living room. Even when his friends had lef..., he stayed behind and wiped my husband face with iced-cold towel. He seemed to know how to sober up my husband when he wiped the cold towel behind my husband’s neck and very soon my husband opened his eyes. Both he and I held my husband to the bedroom to sleep. I then escorted him to the front door as I thanked him for his help. He turned around. ”“There was a time when I was young and naïve, like you.”“Are you saying you’re old and jaded?” Al asked.Dexter sighed, “I remember when I was in college. Some of our professors used to talk about how we would start having thirty hour work weeks, because technology would allow us to accomplish in thirty hours, what used to take forty hours. They said our increases in productivity would lead to increases in leisure time. I actually believed that garbage.“I looked forward to working six hours a. I paused to lick at her clitoris, and she grabbed the back of my head and held me there.“Oh fuck yes, Annie, lick my clit,” she gasped. I flicked my tongue across it, but I needed to go further. As I breathed in, I could smell the sweet scent of her juices and feel their warmth as they dribbled out of her.I pulled my head back and gazed at her gorgeous pussy. The folds of her prominent labia were glistening with juices, and I reached in, using my fingers to spread them apart, revealing the pink. I found out later that being a star had Maggie stretched out on her front with her arms out and her legs spread wide open. She was the top row of stars with Greg behind her where he could look up between her spread legs. Not only that, the people watching were running up and taking pictures of the exposed cunts. Fortunately, Maggie’s face was down so no one could recognize her photo. After the picture, we met where our clothes were dropped and a lot of people seemed to be in no hurry to get.