Without skipping a beat she said, “It was Prime Minister’s Day!”She’s smart, so I asked her, “What does Prime Minister’s Day mean?”I was...waiting for something about Trudeau.She replied, “Prime Minister Day is when the Prime Minister steps out of the Prime Minister’s Residence, and if he sees his shadow, we have 4 more years of Bull Shit.”You know, it hurts when hot coffee spurts out your nose.A mortician was laying out the body of a man with an unbelievably long penis. He called in his. I wanted to pull it out but thought it might be attached and besides, she would probably take my head off and get me sacked. Then again, if it was still attached, maybe she would enjoy the pain... Focus, back to work. I pulled my eyes away from her crotch and looked up at her. My eyes caught the smoothness of her top as it crossed her flat stomach all the way up past her chest. Like further down, there was no sign of a bra but there was also no sign of any nipples poking through the top. Not. Lydia was recovering from a cold and Carson was going to the gym on some afternoons to build up fitness and to make her body more streamlined. ‘Don’t lose too much off top, Carson.’ Carson chose to ignore that comment although tickled that he cared. ‘The pressure’s off me now,’ he said, ‘I’m going back to stay on the island with my old mate and help him with fencing. That should tone me up.’ ‘Yes. Perhaps after that you should go down and stay with Tom.’ ‘Er, with you sister in the wings? I. " she said. Miles almost swallowed his tongue when he said, "Okay." I'm going to give you a dance." Zara told him. She pulled off her shirt and exposed her perfect breasts to him. "Just sit on your hands and let me rub these on you." she told him. Miles would not disobey. Zara ground her hips, rubbing up and down Miles's crotch. She could even feel his smaller dick excited with her. She rubbed her tits across his face and whispered, "It's okay to put them in your mouth. I won't tell." Miles did.