. oral, gang-bangs, fisting, bondage, torture, bestiality. My cock was half hard as I looked at the cover pictures.Moving along another step, I notice... a typed sheet pinned up. "Part time sales-slut wanted."The paper had been there for a long time because I noticed a date that the computer must have added when the paper printed. The date was over a year earlier. Obviously there weren't too many women prepared to be a "sales-slut."I thought immediately of how my wife had been talking of taking a. Again, it took nearly a hour to get past the blockage, time they really didn't have.Fortunately, there weren't any further unexpected delays, but they were still far behind where they wanted to be. At the next fuel stop, Lisa got on the cell phone, and called Michelle."We've hit some bottlenecks, so we're going to be far too late for dinner. We'll still stop in to visit, if it's not too late, but don't wait up. Leave the porch light on if you're still up; otherwise we'll visit a bit in the. It was eight in the morning and I figured Mr Delaney would be making an appearance soon to head off to work like all the other rats in the race. When he exited the family home, it was a disappointment. Fat, squat, bald. I had a hard time figuring why the hot Mrs Delaney let his cock anywhere near her anus. He must have a big one I thought, or a big wallet. From my experience of women it was one of these two assets that were the deciding factors in anus fucking. That or she was just a plain. Then she relaxed. "No, no boyfriend. The last one left. I couldn't keep him." She sounded a little hurt and resigned.I couldn't help it—I hugged her. "He was an idiot."That got a laugh. "You don't even know me. Maybe he was smart to get away." Impossible. A goddess like you? Who'd want to leave you?" It seems like I can't keep anyone," she murmured. "I always have to let them go. Someday I hope someone stays." One day you'll find the right guy and he won't want to leave." That's sweet, and I.