..Cvred... uh... Here! You can read it!"He took one grilled chickend sandwich and one coffee. Of course I gavehim two sandwiches and two coffee. My bo...s was starting to get angry."Bambi, can you even count?!-Bambi can count...-What is 1+1 then?"I knew that. One was meaning two. So one plus one was two plus twomeaning it was four."Four." He had a smirk. Did I made a mistake? Of course! Four was five!"I mean, five!-One plus one equals five?-Yes!... No?-Look Bambi, here I have a cup of cofee, then. . now look at my cock" and with that me smacked my cheek with fat cock... and i was totally his. i continued sucking his cock for as long as he would let me and he continued dirty talking me the whole time.. i loved it! eventually we went upstairs drank some beer and watched baseball he hadnt cum yet and had been almost half an hour"i always thought it would be hot to get a blowjob while watching sports" i said "well you can give me one if youd like" i knew he had no interest in my cock but i. . and the obscene things he had told her... God, it had all been too much for her in the smoldering, sensually fired existence she'd been struggling through, waiting forever it seemed... waiting for Mark... And what was there about her pilot husband which had suddenly given her an uneasy feeling, as if there were some shady mystery connected with him?Dianne emptied her glass and quietly went to the kitchen for another. Kye would know, she felt certain... if he would tell her. She returned to. The woman gave a little groan at the back of her throat as Jeanette moved her tongue, without any real sense of purpose.Behind her Geoff was unzipping her skirt, tugging on it so that it slid down her legs. His hands roamed her arse cheeks before she felt the sting of a new slap. “That’s one fine arse,” Geoff said. “You can put that on your cv as well.”The wife was gurgling now, deep down in her throat. Jeanette looked up, slightly afraid that she was choking. She didn’t look to be. On the.