You’re the one that sat down and asked me why I looked so down. The rest is history, as they say.”“Well, before I talked to you, my sister and ... talked about which one of us was going to put the make on you.”“You mean that I could have been bonking your sister instead of you all these years?”“Yep. If she had won that coin toss, I would be she now.”“You mean you flipped a coin for me?“We both saw you at the same time, and we started walking for that empty seat next to you. Cyn was the one that. Always prim and proper up top, Haleigh is very careful not to show any of the goods. Her light golden tresses are even long enough to flow over her small mounds hidden under the blouse. Even if she was not wearing a blouse, her hair would cover her breasts so they could not be seen. Haleigh just seemed to know how to cover herself in the most modest of ways.As much as Haleigh dresses the true preacher’s daughter part, her dead giveaway of her being one is her pure angelic face. One look at her. Being the guest I suggested she remove yours first. Not saying anything she pulled you to the side of the bed and reached to your waistband and pulled your underwear down. Your cock sprang out and the head was swollen, cock hard and pre-cum was oozing out. I said, “Remember that Susie?” She replied, “Oh yeah, I do.” She leaned to lick the pre-cum from your cock, tasting the salty cum and making you twitch with the feeling. She looked at me and said with a smile, “NEXT.” She did the same with me. Finding someone who got into everything Igot into had a serious affect on my outlook in life. There had been afew times she had asked me to just drop everything, my wife, my kid, myjob, and my mortgage, and just run off with her. Her business wasn'tdoing so well. A lot of it had to do with her dominant personality re-emerging. She didn't suffer fools lightly, and she did not put up withwomen coming into her shop and bitching about the service they got.Don't get me wrong: Jane was an artist. But.