M. meeting was with asenior vice president, and could not be rescheduled.The girl would get her new branch, if she played her cards right withMr. Lang...ton, Lois mused. The man was a bit of a player, and likedyoung meat like Ms. Waters. But Lois knew that Mr. Langston would tireof her after a few weeks, or perhaps a few months. The girl really wasthat pretty. She had no hopes of it being more than a fling. Mr.Langston's career and success was tied into his marriage into theWeston family, and. But, ample though she was, she didn't manage to cover all of Dan's length. Dan began to pump his dick with one hand and squeeze Mom's tits with another. "Squeeze your tits around my cock, and try to jack me off like you jacked off John with your panties." "Like this?" Mom asked with the innocence and wonder of a girl who had discovered sex an hour ago. Which was kind of true. "Perfect," Dan moaned. "Do you know what this is called, Aunt Hayley?" "No." "This is called a titfuck." "A titfuck,". They took turns deep-throating my cock and licking my balls. That rhythm stopped for a brief second as the blonde sticks her tongue down her friend's throat and pulls down her friend's shirt to expose a couple of firm double-D's. I follow her lead and pull the long shirt off of the blonde, leaving her buck naked in a shared bathroom, with the door open as she chokes down a complete stranger's cock with her crack-head friend.I suppose I could make up a better ending, but as this is actually a. "An awkward silence hung in the room."Well, Christopher, there is one way to know for sure." What's that, Dad?" the youth asked in earnest.As an answer, Stuart issued a command to his son. "Go to the bathroom and get the jar of vaseline," he ordered.While he knew what vaseline could be used for, Christopher did not understand his father's request."Why, Dad?" Just go get it and bring it back. Don't make me ask you again."The confused teen got up and went down the hall. He returned a minute.