I finished my morning coffee and glanced at the two sitting at the next table, Fred scrawny but cocky, Belinda blonde and finely shaped. She had been ... gymnast in high school and college, and her muscular body still showed under the slight comfortable padding of a bit more than a decade as a salesclerk.Her breasts were still firm under her bra, her belly still largely flat, her neck showing only a few delicious touches of gravity that fit well with the ringlets of gold cascading to below her. His cock is rubbing between my cheeks and it is a really big one no wonder she was always happy and always smiling she was getting this thing all the time I had heard her more than once crying out from the bedroom and I would smile to myself and think go dad!!! Now I was the one getting the cock and was nervous about being able to satisfy him this way I hoped he liked it...He pushed into me slowly while kissing my neck and feeling my back and shoulders I liked that a lot and groaned with. A un certo punto entrarono due donne vestite da punk, minacciarono la commessa col coltello di darle i soldi, l'altra invece da dietro mi teneva un coltello sulle palle, la situazione in qualche modo mi eccitava, volevo aiutare la commessa, ma anche farmi colpire, ero indeciso, però optai per la commessa, volevo essere il suo eroe così da avere la possibilità di uscire con lei, diedi una gomitata a quella dietro per spostarla, me nemmeno due passi che mi colpì in pieno con le sue new rock. “Kara -- is something bothering you?”“I’m having one of my dark days, Adam. It’s ... how I am.”“Is the abortion bothering you?”“It flashes on me out of the blue ... and sometimes that triggers a cascade other doubts.” She drew in a breath and sighed. “You know I don’t have any deep emotional connection to that house in town. Putting it on the market makes me feel like we’re burning a bridge.”“Well, we are. New beginning, remember?”“That’s where my doubts are, now.”“Don’t tell me you won’t sign.