"You will have to clean me up if you cum in me," she kept repeating.I was really pounding her wet pussy and her big tits were bouncing out of the top ...f her little maid's dress. I exploded and deposited what felt like a gallon of creamy cum into her. She then rolled onto her back and gave me the sexiest look.She pointed to the mess oozing from her and just said, "clean it up."I was not sure what to expect as I moved towards the sticky mess, I gave her pussy a little lick before diving in. I. He's back at home now. Fi's taken some time off to bewith him. To be honest I think he'll be glad to have a break from twomothers fussing over him."Jeremy raised his eyebrows but I just looked straight back at him, notflinching. After all that Matt had been through, I owed him my honesty."Well good, let's get down to business," Jeremy was a little flustered."So you will be coming back on a short term contract until Novemberwhen you're due. Two days a week, one in the office and one. And I really love your hair, the way it cascades down to yourshoulders." Well now it was clear that this prank caller was notdescribing him, Marvin thought, and for that matter the caller clearlywasn't a woman, rather it sounded like the most stereotypically flamboyantof drag queens. Still, no sense hanging up now he thought, as he startedidly twirling a lock of hair."I love how small your feet are, and how you're not afraid to show alittle leg." Wow, this guy was getting WAY to frisky - but he. ”“You and I are still young. How would you like to read some of her poems?”“What? By the depressed woman?”“She happens to be one of the greatest American poets, or at least in mymind she is. Some may disagree.”“Not on your life,” he laughed.“No, I mean it. How would you like to write an essay about a few poems she wrote?”“I don’t know. Listen, I didn’t drag you to a poetry slam to talk about depressing shit, alright? Life is not that bad, and it is for free up to a point. See, you’ve got too.