We became friends and the baby daily moved to me and asked me to get her chocolates. I asked about her husband and all shit. She said her husband is w...rking in a software firm and he goes at 9 in the morning and reaches home by 6 or 6:30. One fine Sunday she asked me to come for lunch. So I went and mingled with all. Like this few days passed and her husband said if any job postings in his company he will let me know and give his reference to get the job. One fine day I went to her home, her. Why wouldn’t I be the happiest man in the world?”“I don’t know. Why wouldn’t you be? Jim, we’re friends. We’ve shared a lot of pretty intimate things (more than you know, Jim thought). If there’s something bothering you can’t you talk to me about it?”“Sam, I think you may be one of my closest friends. If I had some clue what was wrong with me I’d spill it, but I just don’t know what’s going on. There’s something missing. I just can’t put my finger on it.”“Everything OK with you and Susan?”“As. “How many days has it been since your last orgasm, my little lamb?” Mary asked.“Five days, Mistress Mary.”“So full. Ready to burst,” Mary said while caressing his balls. “Come feel.”Kayla stepped in and replaced the brunette’s fingers with hers. His cock bounced in response. She couldn’t resist, and curled her fingers around the impressive organ. She had been with men as long as him before, but his girth outstripped any man she’d ever touched.Mary moved in behind her, and whispered in her. And she was going to do it. There was no doubt about that. All right, god damn it, she thought to herself. The bottle of laundry detergent was sitting on top of the dryer and Marie found that by tilting to the right and leaning down she was able to grasp and unscrew the cap. She placed it carefully next to the bottle then without changing her stance moved to the right and awkwardly lifted the lid of the washing machine. She returned to the bottle, grasped it by the neck and managed to pour.