“Mia, you never got to have that taste we discussed earlier.”She smiled and grabbed the wine bottle and lowered it between her thighs.“Are you s...ill hungry for my pussy, baby?”“Yes, Natalie, I’m dying to taste you,” Mia replied.“I’m happy to hear that; I want to give you a taste now; later you get to eat the whole thing,” said Natalie.Natalie opened her legs and positioned the tip of the bottle at her entrance. She looked around their table to see if anyone was looking, though something told. She chatted with her friend, Darlene, as they watched the game. She could have stood behind the Electric Line Operations Department’s team bench on the other side of the field, since her job as receptionist seemed to cover all departments. But she had chosen the Gas bench and Jim was certain he knew why. ‘C’mon—batter-up!’ Jim heard the umpire yell at him. Jim had to shake himself awake once again and stepped into the batter’s box. ‘I’ll show her something,’ he boasted to himself. He lunged at. Nachdem ich den Erguss des Blonden komplett runtergeschluckt hatte, wollte ich - nicht unbedingt nur aus Fairnessgründen - mit dem Lockenkopf genauso verfahren, der hatte in der Zwischenzeit aber mein Wichsverbot einfach ignoriert. Jetzt war es zu spät, um noch einzugreifen. Unter leicht übertriebenem Stöhnen spritzte er mich von der Seite voll. Nicht nur im Aussehen, auch im Verhalten war er also der geborene Pornodarsteller. Etliche Ladungen klatschen mir ins Gesicht oder blieben in meinen. She gave me a look as if to say, “that should be obvious.”“I’m cleaning the oven,” she said.“Why are you cleaning the oven?” Now I think about it, that was a pretty stupid question.“Because it’s dirty!” She gave me another of those looks and reached back into the oven. I guess I deserved that.At least she was talking to us – I suppose that’s better than being ignored.It did mean we couldn’t bake anything for breakfast. Not that we would’ve anyway on a school morning. Dad arrived in the kitchen.