"You can charge him a whole twenty dollars for a blowjob. And you will, as I sell the company you built. Do you like that?"He had worked so hard to bu...ld up that company. The hours, the frustrations, the joy. The whole concept of selling him hit him like a punch in a bad bruise. And slut threw up onto the patio by the porch, just before passing out.***Chantel watched the goings on from what she called her multiplex. She was beige today, and rather dowdy, in her mind. Spikes, and a gossamer. Jaise hi hum park se nikle wo apni car parking se lekr ayi or bethne ka bolne lagi. Me beth gya or wha usne arera colony me ek mast ghar k yha car roki or utarne ka bola me utar gya fr hum uske ghar k andar jane lage unhone mujhe sofe par bethne ko kaha or wo uske room me chali gyi or thodi der bad wha kapde change krke gown me bahar ayi to me dekhta hi rah gya kya lag rhi thi mera to lund salami dene laga tha fr mene pucha ki apka ladka kaha he to bolne lagi ki sab bataungi pahle batao kya. It was sweet looking so she dropped her head down to it."Let me lick your sugary pussy, Mom," she said. "I want it."Dee gasped with delight when Joy reached for her cunt. She bucked her hips up shamelessly as Joy's fingers slid between her swelled pussy lips. Looking her mother in the eyes, Joy spread her fingers and stretched the woman's bloated cuntlips apart. Then she pushed her wide open mouth into the steaming pussy crack and kissed deep inside it."Oh, Joy, you're a wonderful cunt-lapper!. We could put in to the "halfpenny pier" (or, if you like, the "ha'penny pier") and spend a few hours in Harwich, or we could head for Lowestoft. I decided to go for Harwich. We could do with some fresh food, whichever destination we headed for. So we headed up the Stour, with the motor rather than fighting both current and wind, and turned into the harbour.There's quite a nice café on the pier, so we had tea and scones while talking about plans. Jenni was happy to head for Lowestoft. In fact.