Any where, any time.So, wise young man that I was, i started to wonder if she had read all this in a book or was she a bit more experienced than she h...d led me to believe. Now she had told me that she was not a virgin and had had a boyfriend during her year at college in North Carolina. Still, I was guessing, she had done a bit more that she was letting on.After a year or so of enjoying marriage and having great sex, one night it just struck me to ask her about her sexual past. We were fooling. So different from a vagina but still just as great or better. A few minutes went by and I could tell I was close to cuming. I wasn't ready for this to be over, so I asked her how she wanted to be fucked next. What she was about to say just one-uped what she had said earlier. In the same fuck me face she said "Get on top of me so I can see your face when you cum in my ass." Just her saying that almost made me unload. But I stayed strong and pulled out so she could turn over and lay down. I. I thought perhaps she had spotted someone she didn't want seeing her by the way she'd reacted. That was... until she grinned, reaching down already beginning to lift the tee shirt she'd been wearing over her head. "Surprise!" she smiled wickedly as the twin spheres of my own lusty desires spilled into view. And though my prick almost immediately took notice and began to grow, I couldn't help but look around a bit nervously."Right here?" Right now!" she said matter of factly with absolute. "Making a good commercial pizza," said Deuce as he clicked his laser pointer to the PowerPoint presentation on the conference room screen, "is really dependent on three basic things: taste, the ability to be consistent, and profitability. A pizza has to taste good to the majority of people who try it, and you, as a pizza chef--along with all of your employees--have to be able to reproduce that same pizza with almost boring consistency. You also need to be able to do this within a reasonable.