‘I’ll have a black coffee.’ He requested. Kaden paid for all the drinks waving away my protests. He eyed the drinks in my hands and my white t-s...irt expectantly. ‘I’m not spilling a drink on me so you can have your jollies.’ I rolled my eyes and started to walk away. He chuckled, gently stopping my retreating form. ‘How about I carry the extra drink for you? If I can’t have my jollies then I could at least prevent an accident.’ Taking Tabitha’s drink from me, he stuck out his elbow in the time. She looked back and forth between them. "A long time for young lovers to be apart." Grandmother—" he started."We've discussed it," Heisinger interrupted. "It's not exactly like we're brand new together. We've had more than four years already and we'll have lots and lots and lots more when I get back."Meiersdottir nodded, more to herself than them. "Good," she mused. "Solid. Strong. The way it should be. The way it was with your grandfather and me."They both shifted uncomfortably; personal. He looked down for a split second, then grabbed my head and pulled me down on him. I gagged as he shoved his massive shaft down my throat. He pulled my head back off and then pushed me back down his giant, rock hard dick. Saliva welled up in my mouth and dripped down my cheeks as he fucked my face with his big black cock. At one point, he reached down to touch my dick, but I brushed him away, afraid that I might cum. Soon I became a sloppy mess. A whore for his big black cock. Spit dripped down. She had followed them out today and managed to not lose sight as they picked a different place for lunch. Sara could not for the life of her imagine what he saw in Jennifer. Her hair was bad bleach job, and her clothes were just a little, well, they made her look loose. Steve was the section manager and would surely be the division manager within a few years, and the youngest at that. He was smart, good looking, and drove the nicest German import. Jennifer would never make a good wife for.