“Thanks again, Hanna,” I said pleasantly. “I learned a lot today. Are you full time on staff or are you a student?”“Why do you want to know?...�� she asked suspiciously.“I’m planning on trying to come in on Saturdays. I figured it was more likely that I’d see you on weekends if you were working around a class schedule,” I told her. I couldn’t really judge her age because she was so deeply fit. She could be 18 or 40 and I’d never know which from her face or body.“I work out on Saturday, but I work. It’s a rather offensive poem called ‘The White Man’s Burden’. Someone cited it in a submission to the journal.”“Enough of that! There’s a space!”Gordy was already at a table ... alone.“Surprise! Happy Birthday!”“Thank you. I got a really super gift from my best spouse.”“What did the remainder of the harem gift you?”“That’s for me to know, papa.”“What was it?”“A copy of the new AND.”“That is nice. I was looking at a copy at Dymock’s last week. But it seems to have been sold ... oh!” he glanced. Her tongue had the flavor of my cock mixed with the lust of her breath. The combination was intoxicating. I picked her up off of the floor and she pulled herself up above my hips. Her hand worked its way between our sweaty bodies and then I felt the bulging head of my cock rub against the wet, soft folds of her pussy. I was just telling myself, “Slow, big boy. Take it easy” when she rotated her hips into me and slammed my cock into her nearly to the hilt!! She bit down on the meat of my. She was drunk and giddy and pulled the guy, Steve,I think his name was, on to the dance floor. They werelike a train wreck from being so drunk. When the band played a slow song she was hanging ontohim tightly, pressing her body against his. At one pointhe leaned down to kiss her and she responded by givinghim a long soul kiss and greedily sucked on his tonguefor all to see. I was pissed, but could nothing aboutit, so I took it out on the customers. I could blame iton PMS later. Finally Sandra,.