Maybe.But I couldn't count on it, and I'd probably only get one shot. I sighed. It looked like another exercise in picking my words carefully. Maybe t...is time, I could do it for the right reasons.I started thinking about what the right words might be, and then I realized that I'd better write them down. I'd probably get too nervous and start fumbling if I tried to do them in person or over the phone. Not that either woman would talk to me on the phone anyway.And if I was going to write them. "Eclectic, very eclectic," she said to herself as the book on erotic massage caught her attention."Monique, enough. I can be there for dinner. I should have it fixed before you finish the soufflé. Bon. A bientôt. See you this evening." He snapped the phone closed and pulled a leather book towards him. From where she was standing, Samantha saw that it was a calendar. He scribbled a little note in it and closed it, putting it back on top of the pile."Are you feeling a little better, Samantha?" he. "Sure, honey," I said and started to reach into my pocket for some change."Would you rather we bought the paper from you with money, or would you rather go over to that tavern with us and let us buy you both the biggest meal you ever had?" Sam asked as she pushed herself up on one elbow.The little girl's eyes got big as she looked at Sam. "Do you really mean that about buying us a meal?" Yes, anything you want, honey," Sam assured her."We'll take the meal." Good. Let's go then," Sam said as she. I wiggled down Carol's body ready to dive into her pussy. She stopped me again, pulled me up on top of her, and told me to shove my cock in her and fuck her hard. No complaints here.I shoved my cock balls deep inside her. She was wet, hot and ready. My cock just slid right in. She was sloppy wet. I was trying to hold myself up from her body to avoid more body head and sweat, but she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me down on top of her, our body's slick with sweat.She pulled my head close.