What kind of man are you Even Luck?’ ‘I am the kind of man that doesn’t want to get vomited on, especially on his wedding night.’ ‘You are a...real asshole Even.’ I tapped Gordon on his head and he uncovered his ears. ‘Mommy you owe the cookie jar $30 for three bad words.’ Jennifer asked me, ‘Why do we bother having him cover his ears?’ ‘I didn’t hear you mommy, I read your lips.’ This time I could not hold it in. I roared with laughter. Was there anything my little boy could not do? I was going. ”I replied, “So now we will again have to be cautious while smoking at nights.”To which she replied, “Let’s see.”That night as usual around 11:30 pm, we got in our balcony and started smoking, having forgotten about our new neighbor. We were kissing and I was fondling my wife’s boobs over her the top, when again we heard a click and we saw him smoking in his balcony.We both froze for a minute just to avoid being seen. My wife was tensed. So was I. But in the faint moonlight, I could make out. ‘Who’s asking for her?’ Dante replied coldly as she pressed harder against the door with one arm and lifted her other to reach for the rifle. It was just inches beyond her reach. ‘Reed, I’d advise you to not ask questions. Remove your hold from the door and let us in. Failure to do so will require us to go by forceful means-‘ The voice went on. Dantes resolve snapped that very second. ‘Not likely asshole! You tell the Hime Navy that I’m done being their puppet.’ And with that she summoned. All seven inches.A minute or so later Chad let out a groan as her only warning and then Hayley sucked and slurped every drop down, cleaning his cock dry before slowly rising back up and into her seat. She glanced to the side and saw a young guy, no older than eighteen, gaping wide eyed in her direction. Hayley gave him a wink and innocently dabbed at the side of her mouth with a napkin. "Sing Misery Business and tell us once a whore, you're never be anything more bitch," Someone from behind.