”“Oh! Yes! Daddy! Suck me while I suck you!” Becky took a deep breath, and swooped down, taking him all the way to the back of her throat, moani...g loudly as she stuffed her face with his throbbing meat. Bill groaned into her pussy, and began eating her out with gleeful abandon, holding her in place with his powerful arms wrapped around her waist, a hand on each ass cheek, gripping her hard.Becky began bobbing up and down, slowly at first, twisting her face around his girth, trying to tongue him. Pershing heard about the mutiny and pressed to me the importance that something like that must not happen with our troops. The French mutiny, however, was a manifestation of a wider war-weariness that was finding more and more expression in art and literature, as well as on the streets of Paris. Nearly three years of butchery, with no end in sight, had fostered a bitterness and a coarsening of life that was palpable in Paris, so close to the front. I, for one, had taken to carrying my trusty. ”“Nikki would like you to meet with her, in an hour.”“Okay Tabitha, tell her I will be there.”“Is everything okay, Mr. Herman? You sound a little down.”“Everything will be fine Tabitha, see you in an hour.”Disaster! There is no way I can make up an excuse now. I will have to tell Nikki that I have a bad case of writers block along with a lack of motivation.Arriving at the office, I enter and sitting behind her desk is Tabitha, Nikki’s secretary."Mr. Herman, you are awfully early. May I get you. “Ahhh! AHHH!!!” And her cunt was certainly good and wet. I licked it quickly, her naked, bald, shaved slit was easy to get to, no hairs to get in the teeth. She tasted good too. Not like her young sister, or Alexa; more robust. I would have to arrange a full taste test, I decided, like we did with the wine when the season was ripe. We grew some grapes, not a lot, against the sunny walled garden. It was enough for the family, but now we needed to acquire more, or mead, or beer. Actually, I.