‘You’re going to wear your work blazer to lunch?’ Marco’s face was mortified. Audrey’s brow furrowed. ‘…is that wrong?’ LaCienega ro...nded the corner, inserting herself seamlessly into the conversation. ‘I mean, it’s cute and all but really girl? Its spring chica, you need to start showing some skin.’ Seeing her tight pencil skirt and low cut red blouse, Audrey could see that at least she wasn’t a hypocrite. ‘Someone needs to tell her Lala.’ Marco shook his head as dramatically linked arms. Florrie a not so young waitress who,often openly flirted with me got me my usual cheeseburger with a piece of apple pie ala mode and cup,of coffee to wash it down and sat down opposite me with her own cup,of coffee as she often did. “Any plans for the week end Joe?” she asked as it was a Friday afternoon.” Not really! I,d prefer to spend it with you making mad passionate love!” I teased. “It just so happens I,m free to do just that with you if you can handle me!” she challenged.”Lady. Handling. . While you remember all of the events of today, you WILL NOT be able to tell anyone about it! Once you hear me tell you the key word, you will go into a deep trance and will only hear my voice. When you awaken from this session you will 'remember' the therapy session we've already had, so if your husband asks you about how it went, you'll be able to tell him - if you want to. However, and again I stress this, YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO TALK ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE THAT HAPPENED HERE TODAY. Do you. I slid my twisted tongue along her slit and pressed the tip onto her clit, grinding and flicking it like the Devil until she squealed and spasmodically closed her legs around my head. I tried to take a breath but only got sweet juice and steam. Panting, she squatted down a little further, leaning into him for support. I rolled onto my back, breathed deeply and put my upturned face just under her lowered bottom where, to my surprise and probably hers, Hubby had put his hard, angry prick. He.