Sam kicks off his shoes to relax on the couch with her before dinner."What are we having for dinner Sandy?" Sam asks."I made a special chicken cassero...e that I use to make often, a light meal with salad and bread," says Sandy, "I do not want you to full for the fun and games," she says with a seductive smile.Sandy and Sam enjoyed a nice dinner with a bottle of wine as the prelude to what both were expecting for desert. The dinner was especially good, and he felt like he had tried this casserole. " I was thinking of you perhaps helping me with some letters. My own handwriting is deteriorating a little and I find it increasingly difficult to keep up with all my correspondence. It is not much, an hour or two a day at most, and I could certainly hire some help. Then again, I would prefer somebody I can trust. My daughter Violet used to help me but after her stay on the Slave Coast she lost most of her eyesight. We believe it was a case of the dreaded African river blindness. At least that. The line was invisible to most but law enforcement knew where to find it and most politicians were aware of it and the press never mentioned it because they seldom wanted to become the story and not be merely reporting the story and letting the readers make their own minds up about the validity.The task force took the gloves off and they started to round up the lower echelons of the criminal element and confiscated huge amounts of drugs and illegal guns and dirty cash.It didn’t take very long. "So I took his huge cock in my hand, fingers barely wrapping all the way around his shaft and started stroking him as I licked his sack that was tensing with pleasure. Meanwhile, Bianca was riding John's face. She was grinding her clit against his tongue, and I could see her sweet juices that I tasted only moments earlier dripping down his chin." I paused again, seeing the look on his face knowing he is getting close that the orgasm I want saved for my now dripping pussy."Baby, please don't.