Did you ever stop to think that the reason you don't get promoted is that they don't want you as a vice president? That you don't have what it takes t... go any farther? That you don't have what they are looking for? Have you ever stopped to think that you are trashing our relationship for something you don't need and might not get anyway?" Well isn't that a great thing. Just what every man needs, positive support from his wife." Not wife Ralph. Live in housekeeper, live in babysitter for that. Sara’s a tall girl, about 5’9” or so. I’m six or seven inches taller so with her arms around my neck and mine around her slim waist her feet were left dangling. Her breath was soft on my neck and I could feel her well formed breasts pressed against my chest. She smelled wonderful with her arms around me. Spicy and sweet, almost like a frosted cinnamon roll that had just come out of the oven. We must have held each other for fifteen or twenty seconds before I felt her embrace relax and I gently. But the ripples of delight came from the sheer fact my big sis was eating the fruit out of my pussy. That she was devouring my cunt and obeying me. It was so naughty. I wanted to feed her pussy-flavored fruit like this every day.“Oh, yes, get out every piece of fruit,” I groaned, my pussy clenching, trying to force out the pieces of fruit deeper in me. “Just such a cunt-hungry slut. God, I love my sister-slave.”Carmelita shuddered, her hands squeezing my thighs as she feasted. Her tongue kept. Angie played flute in the band. She had a funky haircut that made curls that framed her face. She was average everything, not beautiful not ugly, not tall, not short, not fat, not skinny, just average. She would end up with an average guy in an average neighborhood with three kids, a dog, and become an active member of the PTA. She was drinking a beer, and Kari asked if she could get out my bong?'I said, "Sure. My guy won't return until the weekend, so when it's gone it's gone, but I believe.