“Sure, bring him on over. The more the merrier,” Jerry laughed. While Dave was getting his friend Jerry leaned in and kissed me passionately, his ...ongue exploring my mouth completely. During the kiss I let my hand find the bulge in his pants and I definitely liked what I found. “Jerry, Becky, this is my good friend Phil,” Dave said when he returned to the booth, making the introductions all the way around. The way Dave used the term “good friend” when it wasn't necessary gave me the heads up. There's no other word for it."Then she shook her head and continued, "You know, it's really a damned shame about the Beaux Arts folks in Paris at the end of the 19th century. They were so wrong about the Impressionists, it utterly destroyed art criticism. Ever since, critics have been terrified to look at a work and pronounce it junk. But do you know what, Mr. Jenkins? I'm not and this is junk! We've discovered a Gresham's Law of art: The bad drives out the good. And this junk, sir, is about as. She was the first girl you met in college and so far the nicest. She wanted to be a lawyer, hence you met her in Law 101. She an amazing rack. Pretty sure Double Ds. One time on a trip to the beach you saw her in a black bikini and saw how big those melons had to be. She had a bigger than average ass, Long brown hair and legs to die for. She and You went on a couple of dates when you were younger but she said you two were better off as friends. You understood but 3 months later, you found out. It occurred to her once or twice that she was never going to be the same. Damian had made a home inside her veins.Her pussy gripped and clenched tightly around his cock like a hot velvet vice demanding to be fed as his raw cock pulsed inside her lava-hot depths."And while you're eating dinner with him, pretending that you didn't just have your unfaithful whore cunt rammed in the very kitchen you cook his dinner in, I want you to feel my cum dripping out of you, reminding you who you really.