“The stereotypical bachelor then.” He returned holding a large towel and a dark green shirt. I ran my fingers over the fabric of the shirt as he...set them into my lap, wondering whether the shirt would be long enough to cover my lower back. I looked up at him and seeing he was so tall I figured it would. I, then, realized his hand was over mine in my lap and his other extended to my cheek. He leaned, at least I thought he did, as my mind seemed to melt into my desire to kiss him. I was going. So i did not allowed her to see the point by comin over her and eating her breasts..she was just mowning aaaaaaassssssssss ssssssssssshhuhuuuhhuuuuhuhuhu……. Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahhh.. Ohohohohoohohoohohhhhhhhhhhhooooooooooooooooo.. And each stroke was makin a noise like puch. Puch puch puch.. After 10 min she cummed with a loud mown ooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhBut i was still pumping hard and she was moaning. .. Well, that's what should have happened. What actually happened was that she blurted out, "Carmine, I'm so sorry for what I did to you. Can you ever forgive me?"Now, what was I supposed to do with that? How was I going to handle that? I had forgotten all of that years ago. I went to jail, but that was my decision and had little to do with her actions. Hell, I would have stayed and tried to work everything out if I hadn't lost it and almost killed that Hugo guy. I knew I had given her ample. “Daisy!” “Hi Mr. Reno, you’re gonna be late again, right?” “Yeah, and I don’t want them to start without me.” “Should I do anything, Mr. Reno?” “Yes, Daisy, tell them not to start until I get there.” Rex knew Daisy wasn’t bright, but he had hired her for her looks. “Okay, Mr. Reno, I’ll go tell them.” “Thanks, Daisy.” “You’re welcome, sir.” Within minutes, Rex Reno was pulling his Ferrari into the parking deck of the fifteen-story office building he owned. He sped around the corner into.