" "Mon Dieu" said the chef, "Je suis Francais." "Sorry," said Cindy, "I wasn't much good at Italian either." "I am French," protested Claude, "I am th... finest chef in...in..." "Here," interjected Cindy, trying to be helpful. His toque-blanche, his tall hat, grew taller as his exasperation with her ignorance of his beloved language increased. "I'm sure you are a very good cook," she said, trying to appease him. "Cook! Cook!" he exasperated, his cheeks reddening and puffing alarmingly, his waxed. I want him to please him in this way.Perhaps you may have researched the immaculate rings of Saturn.Its circles enveloping the planet have perplexed astrologers for centuries,And rocket scientists are in complete awe of its splendid orchestration.However ladies, there is a matter that we must discuss:Nothing matches watching my woman’s mouth envelope my stiffMonument for her exquisite mouth sucking me makes me tremble.I place his huge love stick in my mouth, and savor the texture it has. I show. I soon started leaking like a sieve, the slipperiness of my juice, which Kris now used to further stimulate me with had me bouncing in my seat. It was damn hard trying to concentrate on much of anything as I sat there holding my book open, still pretending I was reading as Kris glanced down at the table where she'd spread open the morning paper, her hand pleasurably working my cock up and down.The sound of mom's voice as she spoke to dad had the two of us looking forward simultaneously in a. ‘Ok, I give in.’ I put my head down on her shoulder and cried mock tears. ‘I’m sorry momma, I just can’t seem to get along with that girl, but I do love her so.’ More tears. ‘Shit Theo, you’re funning me but I’m crying real tears.’ I hugged her tight and said, ‘I have an idea. What if we just have a ‘Laugh and Cry’ relationship? No one will know which roles we are in. Maybe we won’t.’ We looked at each other, laughing. She punched me and we went out arm in arm. I was arriving early at Keeler.