“It’s true. She came in fourth in the International Private Chefs culinary competition that was held in New York this year.”Matt said, “Now yo...’re lying to me.”“Believe as you wish. I’m sure if you talk to Jim, he’ll tell you that Marguerite is a great chef,” replied Ed.Deciding to prove his point, Matt pulled out a cell phone and dialed his restaurant in Phoenix. After a minute, he was talking to Jim. As the conversation progressed, Matt paled and looked over at Ed. Ed reached out a hand and. When he returned he had a scarf, which he blindfolded her with. She lay on the counter still, her breasts heaving with eager anticipation, she didn’t know what was coming next.She felt something cold a wet dripping onto her chest, it smelt like cream, Gary unzipped the rest of her dress and let it fall to the sides, now he could appreciate fully the form of her body, with his favourite white silk panties hiding her mound. He dribbled the fresh cream over her breasts, stomach and down onto her. He selected a white lycra spandex thong, usually reserved for workouts. He found the stretchy pouch-type thongs worn under shorts kept everything in place while running or doing stairs, and they just felt comfortable and sexy. He sometimes wore them under jeans if he went out to a club to dance, as they made his package look huge. This accentuation was a bonus for this occasion, and the cut left no doubt as to his grooming habits. It could not be any lower rise, with the top just barely. "Ummmm, I think you did," she said, changing Tiffany's diaper. The toddler could walk now and Victoria was going to wait a few months before trying to potty train her."You're probably pissed off at me," he groaned."Only because you're in no condition to f-u-c-k me," Victoria spelled the word so Tiffany wouldn't know what she was saying. Being quite young, the girl could say a few words and know what her parents were talking about. She had already said 'shit' once when she heard her father say.