”“Fuck, Rena ... fuck,” Stone muttered. His cock was rapidly draining the blood from his cerebral cortex.“Oh, but professor...” she mewled.�...�Don’t call me professor,” he said automatically, watching, inhaling. “Technically ... I’m ... um...”“Well, technically that’s true, because the director called an hour ago to cancel everything tonight. It’s just us, and technically, we’ll be the only ones cumming.”The radiators hissed and sputtered while Rena’s dew-flushed petals made Stone think of. The oil terminal will take about a week of maintenance before it will be ready to load tankers,’’ he said.‘‘OK, then it’s time to put the oil on the market,’’ I said.‘‘I’ll call the State Department and tell them to put the process in the works,’’ I said.For the (new) Iran to sell oil on the market, the oil embargoes in place for decades by the UN and the US partners trying to stop Iran’s nuclear ambitions would have to be removed. The State Department would have to persuade the involved. Then he gave Riley a package that had just arrived for her. We were giggling like 2 young schoolgirls as we went up the stairs to her apartment where she quickly ripped open the package.For the next hour or so she tried out each of the toys that she’d bought but she asked me for some help setting up the same remote controlled vibrator that I’d bought. She asked me to setup the app on both her phone and mine. She wanted me to be able to control hers. I offered to have her to be able to control. What ever is in there is yours." Why me?" This is your idea ... and if you hadn't scared the poop outta me we'd be sunk and swimming. Thank you ... even if I didn't think so at the time."Ok ... swing them doors daddy-o," she said to David.It was Nike boxes halfway back ... with real Nike products ... leather topped deck shoes, leather topped runners, $250.00 a pair ... really top of the line shoes ... the kind they don't sell at WalMart ... good ones. If Nike made it ... it was in the front.