She ran her fingers through her short blonde hair, wishing for about the millionth time that there was a way to keep her hair from getting too messy w...ile driving with the top down. She so loved driving the convertible with the top down and looking sporty, and one of the prices she paid was having to wear her hair short. It wasn’t quite a bob, but it was definitely above the collar, and it was almost impossible to keep permed.She got out and went around to the trunk, grabbing the two small. Janet sat in the middle, and they continued with the small talk. “Thank you, guys, I can’t remember the last time I have had a meal like that. Most of the time, when the k**s are here, I eat a salad in the kitchen while they eat at the table. Then I drink wine on the back porch after they go to bed. When they are not there, I skip the salad and just go straight to the wine on the porch.” “Funny, I don’t remember wine smelling like that,” George said with a smirk. Ginger tried not to flinch or. It was a large house in an area close to the city centre which had oncebeen desirable residential properties, but were now mostly offices forprofessional firms. Number 15 only had a small brass plate by the frontdoor. "TV Conversions Limited - Registered office." Strangers wouldprobably assume it was something to do with electronics. The smallreception area also gave no clue. A pretty young receptionist offeredthem a seat. "Mrs Rivers will be with you in a minute, Mrs Robertson."Soon, two. I reached out and gently caressed the huge swollen cock. It lurched spasmodically under my touch. “Fuck man…it’s so fucking huge….I bet Beth loves this thing.”“Yeah, she REALLY fucking loves it, but, like I said, she can’t take it all in her pussy, and she’s afraid to let me do her in the ass. I’ve never even been with a woman who could take the whole thing.”I was getting very hot caressing his thick stick, but for some reason, when he mentioned Beth’s pussy, I lost control a little and leaned.