“Babe.”“What!” she slammed both palms onto the tiles encompassing the sink and leaned forward; her reflection furrowing its eyebrows and exhal...ng loudly.“I love you to death you know that?”As cliché as it was for him to say that, her face transformed from fury to a calm smile; slow blinks from her reflection to top it off.“Yes Key, I love you too,” she stood up straight from her bent position, arms folded, head cocked to the side.“Look, as much as Peterson is a prick for calling me out in every. Like did he think that I was going to leave my son to go have sex with him at six o'clock?" she asked.I replied, "I have no idea. We gotta find a better example of the dating scene for you than that. Are there any cool lounges or pubs around here?" Well, we could go to Benny's. It's just a few blocks away." Sounds good to me," I said.As we walked into Benny's, there were a decent number of people in there but it was not too crowded. We walked over and found a small table in the corner. The. You love my perfectly shaped and ripe soft ass.And then you spank my cheeks hard leaving a red mark and shocking the hell out of me ... You spank me so that my ass shakes and my pussy juice flicks into my inner thigh. The shaking of my ass teases my clit and I gasp and moan with the pleasure ... You spank the other cheek and then rub it to take down the pain and I moan again ... This seering pain mixed with soothing pleasure is heaven and I scream for you as I cum again ... "Oh sir would you. ”Having established what they meant by success, it was now a matter of collecting the necessary information to make it a reality.“Do you know how to cook?”“Not really. I can do scrambled eggs and pancakes. Do you?”“No.”“That’s a problem.”“Who do we know that knows how to cook?”“I don’t know.”“I know! Your mother!”“My mother hates robots.”“How about Otterly? She’s always making cookies and hot cocoa with your mother.”Sally looked over at Otterly, wondering what she thought of this discussion..