“I don’t know,” Jack answered. He glanced over at the pawn shop thinking that he still had stuff sitting on the shelves there. Of all of his ele...tronics, the only thing that was worth getting back was his stereo.“What did she say when she called?” Melissa asked.“She just told me to bring you by this bar on the way home from work,” Jack answered. His eyes searched the area to make sure that there weren’t any problems. He shrugged his shoulders and said, “I’m not even sure if I’m invited.”“I. "And send it to Daddy." Mmm. I love that ass," he moaned, tossing the phone onto the bed and sliding his underwear off.Heather turned over and grabbed her phone, "I'll send it to you," she said."Want me to close the drapes?" CJ asked.My daughter just shook her head and clicked send on the pic. A few seconds later, my phone chimed."Ooooh God, Baby," I groaned. "I am SO sticking my tongue in your ass." I began thrusting my hips, slowly, driving my cock through my fist. It was turning me on so. Add in the fact that Josie and Jennifer both have fairly long commutes and I think it’s easier if she lives here.”“That makes sense,” I said. “Let’s go talk to Jennifer and Josie. We can certainly afford her, and her references say that she’s a good cook, which will certainly help around here.”“You’d let someone else cook?” Elyse gasped.“Occasionally, sure. I guarantee you there will be nights when she’d need to feed the kids.”We walked back to the coach house and knocked on the door and let. As he turned to go, he gave me a look like I was the luckiest guy in the bar. The guys in the band are all married, but, as they say, they are not dead. The drummer and the bass player always have hot chicks hitting on them. I don't know how they manage to avoid the temptation. Avoiding it is probably one of the downsides of being a performer. I have no doubt about his ability to spot a looker. I didn't think he would even notice an old lady in a track suit. I am sure I looked confused as I.