’ ‘Great,’ I said, ‘I always wanted to try that.’ All his rooms made statements, as he said. They had a definite mood and he chose where to ...at or sleep or listen to music or read or just hang around according to what he (for instance) would eat and his current mood. All this to make his chords harmonize and be bearable. The big room to the left was dominated by plants. Some furniture, but mainly plants. And air. A back door to a porch and his garden. Upstairs he had a black room with hardly. The first occasion I was logged into Facebook and found that there was a message from her. She said that she was going away for a couple of days and she had a supply of flowers in her cool room. She was wondering if I wanted to buy some flowers for my wife Judy; offering to get me a bouquet for a £10. I agreed that it would be a good idea and she said that she would deliver it the next day.I was actually in the bath when she arrived so I didn’t get to see her but Judy was delighted and I got. I waited a minute or two, and then quietly slipped into the restroom as well. I went in and could hear them whispering lightly in the end stall. I went down and slipped into the stall next to them. I could tell by the sounds they were making that she was already sucking his cock. Soon he was telling her how much of a dirty slut she was, and I could hear her start to gag on his cock as he forced it down her throat. I could hear slurping sounds as she hungrily sucked on his cock. After a few. ? Eudora smiled, and looked at Leon, who blushed. Eudoraworked in Leon?soffice, and he?d always been quite attracted to her. Marjorie was attractiveenough, she had thick short black hair and full breasts encased in a polka dottank top, but Marjorie was Leon?sbespectacled wife of seventeen years?and Eudora, svelte, with long soft curlingbrown curls and dancing eyes, was really SOMETHING. ?Leon and theother? middle aged managers had oftendiscussed Eudora around the water cooler, speculating how.