She’s looking for a change of scenery,” I said.“Your Russian friends might not like that.”“I’ll talk to Viktor Vladimirovich once Elyse de...ides what to do. Chris is going to leave there one way or the other. She was talking about moving to Colorado.”“Before we all leave for work and school, are we planning to see National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation tomorrow night?” Kara asked.A chorus of yeses rang out, and after kissing Kara goodbye, Elyse and I walked to the office.December 8, 1989,. I smiled at him and as he got close he picked up a cocktail glass and passed it to me."Would you mind tasting this new cocktail I made, I could do with a second opinion?" he asked me."Certainly," I replied, "does it have a name yet?" If you like it, I'll let you name it." he told me, giving me a cheeky grin.I picked up the glass and had a small sip, and then downed the glass."I like it, nice and fruity with a slightly bitter twist" I said, licking my lips and smiling."So what would you like to. "Armand eyed him. "You have proof of this?" I know! In here!" His face a study in righteous anger, Raoul pounded his chest with a fist."Not exactly evidence good enough to use in divorce court," Armand observed blandly. "Besides, I'm well aware that you avail yourself of some of the female staff on occasion..."Raoul waved this off. "I am the man! Beside, the worthless puta has not been performing her duties as a wife, preferring to act as a whore for others while denying ME my rights as a. Lisa leans against the shower wall. She grabs the back of my head and shoves my face against her pussy. I keep fucking her, my tongue keeps in rhythm with my fingers. I can tell she is getting close to an orgasm. Her body starts twitching and all the sudden she pushes against my tongue; she fills my mouth with her sweet nectar. I smile as she leans against the wall trying to recover. “Thank you for my desert, but we need to go check on the lasagna.” We climb out of the shower and dry off. Lisa.