" Ann called out."Hey Charlie." Jack came into the living room. "You're just in time for dinner. Chicken paprica with sour broccoli and a garlic sauce..." Wow." I said. "I was going to run home to feed Henry but I don't think I can pass that up Jack. Thanks." Great!" he said. "Henry's a big boy, he can feed himself." I didn't know you were a gourmet cook Jack." Oh, Jacks the best." Ann said. "He cooks all the time for us. Good stuff too. He's very health conscious. I'll open the wine now. I could. It deserves to be fulfilled.Me (pushing my fingers on her pussy region): When did I deny that?! In fact, I am helping you in that, babe!The hot milf’s expression was priceless. She started becoming restless. All I had done was to rub her pussy from over her clothes. That made the impact. Then she whispered, “This is a public place. Not here! Let’s go to the washroom”.But I was in no mood to make it this easy! I kept on doing the same for quite some time.The Bengali milf even tried to push me. If I saw her tonight, after her Oriole-interviewing duties for BirdSports were concluded, there wouldn't be any problems with her employer's goddamned fraternization rules! Not with me. We were free to fraternize all we wanted, now. We were free as birds -- now that I was no longer one of the Birds.I could see Josie, down on the field near the Orioles' dugout after the game, talking to Orioles third-baseman Bob Crandall, who'd knocked in the go-ahead runs in the 7th inning. But by the time I. “I didn’t get breakfast this morning,” I murmured sitting in my chair and pulling it closer to her, “I’m rather hungry,” my fingers spread the naked lips of her pussy and I ran my thumb stroked her clit, “any ideas of what I could eat to satiate me?” I slid two fingers into her core and stroked slowly.She whimpered softly as I moved forward and blew gently on her clit. I smiled as it pearled and hardened. My tongue snaked out and flicked lightly against it and her back bowed up off the.