What must have been years of suppressed regret and repressed self-loathing was flooding the room in an irresistible deluge. Mary kept talking, ‘You...went to school. You aced every class. You were first on every test, you’re every term paper was better than any other student’s. Yours was a perfect 4.00 GPA. You were Magma cum Laude. You had to be. You were top seeded in the company that gave you the scholarship. On the fast track to the top job, positions of leadership, respect, and. I spun her around, to face the mirrored back wall of the lift and glanced at the floor-indicator lights above the door. We had a few left and the lift was so - would anyone get on at the top floor? I pulled the zip of her jeans down and I could see her arse, the thin fabric of her knickers separating her cheeks. I looked up and into the mirror to see her staring intensely at me. She nodded. I spat into my hand and rubbed it between her legs, into her wet pussy, then over the head of my. " " I know it's weird to think about you, but ever since you started dating my ant Adriana and I have talked about how cute you are." As she started her next sentence, Michelle moved to a sitting position at the end of the bed, I noticed her shirt was still pulled up over her tiny tits with my cum drying in plan sight. She had the sheet over her lap to hide her bottom, but sat with her legs open so I could see everything had there been more light. Just than Dawn came in, to save me, so she. Oh I know we’d all love to be able to do what we can’t like wander outside in Bermudas and Hawaiian shirts and throw fleshy chicken thighs or beefy ground patties on a grill and lounge around cracking cold brews – now that heat coming off this dear potbelly – buddy talk about stories, this old potbelly could tell us all – had my great-great grandpappy not fallen on those lean years I’m sure he’d picked out the potbelly given story-spinning gifts – but I’d also say just sitting here silent and.