"I really don't know. It all depends on how Dad is, and how Mom feels when she gets home." Give me a call and let me know how things are." I will." Sh... peeled off her dress, then began selecting clothes from the closet and folding them neatly into one of the bags.Ken stared at the woman's tits that bulged out over her bra and the dark patch of hair that showed through her thin panties. With her garter belt, high heels and nylons, she looked as sexy as hell, and he felt a twinge in his prick.. "Good morning, Sally," he said. "I won't be in this morning. Maybe not at all today. Megan is ill." Oh, poor Megan," Sally said. "Nothing serious, I hope." No, I'm sure she'll be better tomorrow. In case anyone needs me, they can call my cell or send me an email." After the usual pleasantries, Greg hung up and dialed Megan's office. He left a message on the voice mail, identifying himself and saying that Megan wouldn't be at work today. Then he turned his attention to the pile of scripts in. She grinds against me in a circular motion, getting used to me. Her pussy is tight around me as she milks my base. Slowly she starts to move up and down. She takes her time, while still having that smile on her face. I try to move my hands to grab hold of her hips, when once more the bonds prevent me. She laughs and places her hands on my chest. She leans against me and kisses my lips. She pulls back slightly as she starts to move up on my dick again. "Do you really want me to release you?" she. She couldn't keep her eyes from drifting down further. Randi had a huge clit, the biggest Laura had ever seen, a whitish bulb as big as a fat grape, and she could see it glimmering below the shiny jet-black curls of Randi's thatch."It's an ancient Egyptian symbol for eternal life," Randi whispered, now looking down at the tattoo also, rubbing it gingerly with one fingertip. "They used to bury the pharaohs with them so they'd live forever. Did you know Egypt was really a black country? They were.