Leaning forward, I could see Brady’s cock poking into her cunt, juice leaking over his ball sack. Resting her tities in his face Karen reached behin... and spread her arse cheeks.“Spit on my fucking arse hole Davey” again it sounded like a command.Leaning forward I spat at the hole missing the first time, I leant in so close the second time to make sure I hit the hole I could smell her slit, the tainted smell of her asshole and the unmistakable smell of cunt. Karen rubbed my spit into her hole. I don’t want to ‘milk this story’ any longer than it already is. Although Barry and Carol keep after me to tell more about their most interesting lifestyle. Happy reading, and I would appreciate any and all comments that you might have about my writing and character development. Chapter 1 Life is Good. Steven Chase had gone on his extended European vacation two weeks ago. Barry had slipped into his role as acting CEO as if it were a tailor made suit. The fit was perfect. Initially, there had. All those people." As she muttered to herself the screens witched to a shot of the crowd, even as the first announcer declared, "And as Scott fouls the first pitch off, we have the official attendance, 43,852 people, nearly a record for the stadium, enjoying the best performance of Johnson's long career. And that pitch is popped up a mile high, a real can of corn there... and it almost reaches into the fog before Daniels is able to snag it behind the mound. Wow, that fog sure is coming in. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that we would be serving wine, champagne and expensive whiskey, instead of his beer. Even worse, I couldn’t tell him that I had named the new place the Faith Mitchell Gallery and not Live Oaks.I also didn’t tell him that I’d hired Amanda to be my gallery manager or that Josh was going to be a featured artist with his private studio upstairs. He didn’t even know that Amanda and Josh existed. I had posed for Josh a few more times, and he had made even more.