"Sure. Bye!" Bernice hung up. There was NO WAY she could look at Randy. "Does it make sense -- what she says? About you having to..." Yeah." Randy's c...oak cut her off. "Thanks." Sure." Bernice grabbed the door handle. "Thanks for rescuing me." She got out."No problem." Randy pulled away as soon as the door was closed. "This just SUCKS!" he muttered to himself.Meal planning had become complicated at the Flanders home. "Mom, what are we doing for dinner?" Rick asked Jean via telephone."I'm making. He pushed you into the chair, his large hand on your shoulder, keeping you still. “You ready to be fucked by a proper cock?” your boss asked me, a wicked grin on his face. I couldn’t speak an answer. I could only look at you, trying to see your reaction to what was happening in front of your eyes. You tried to pull away from the security guard, obviously hoping to get us both out of that office, back to the safety of our home. But it was to no avail. Your boss unzipped his pants and pulled out. So what is your name, mister?" My name is Steve, and I like you both as well. So you're both comfortable picking up lunch and going somewhere?"Chelsea again, "Nice to meet you, Steve. And frankly, I was a little worried about you being comfortable with us. I know you saw me rubbing Lisa's leg, like this." Chelsea, give the guy a break. You are always trying to cause embarrassment. Oh, shit, stop it." I glanced to see Chelsea had just rubbed Lisa's crotch. "Sorry, Steve, she has been like this. "Henry, that is so naughty. Please, don't stop. I like it more than you could possibly know. Go deeper, Henry, I need it really bad."Between pounding her pretty pussy and spanking her defenseless posterior, I pushed her into a memorable orgasm that filled me with a reservoir of respect for her sensuous nature.Shortly after, I flooded her vaginal channel with my thickly seeded boy-juice and I regretfully realized I had neglected the condom once again. At least in this case the attractive Mrs..