I heard a story of how a slut found a cock and gave him a “blowie” in front of everyone. “A ‘blowie’,” I asked? “What’s that?” Ros... giggled and wisely said, “It’s a blow job. You know, when someone sucks a cock!” “Oh” was the only response I could think of. After a moment of silence I asked, “Why are you telling me these things, baby?” “I thought you’d want to know about what happened! Don’t you want to know what went on?” Rose stared at me with her eyes wide open as if to say, ‘come on!. I fucked his mouth. Fucked it with my tongue; frenzied, passionate, panting need flowing from every pour of my body and seeping into his flesh. My saliva dribbled from our conjoined mouths and my lips grinded into his as our tongues battled for supremacy.I straddled him; my mouth never leaving his, the fingers between my legs driving me onward to my overdue crescendo, his cock at last beginning to demonstrate signs of life between my tirelessly attentive fingers.I dragged my mouth from his;. “Sweet child, let her not be kissed,” she sings in her native tongue, “or ruddy will her cheeks turn: soeliram…” Her voice tinkles and her spirit soars, as the bundle in her arms latches onto her full brown breast. The child’s eyes are wide and sincere, sparkling like burnished bronze under candlelight, as mother and baby commune through song and shared body-being. “Anak manis,” she warbles again, “sweet child…” Her own eyes gleam happily, as baby’s slowly close, softly urged into slumber by. The main production lot was due in a couple of weeks. So the delay, while serious, wouldn't be fatal, even if the samples they had were not good enough to provide as 'alpha' test devices to certain important customers. Actually, Stan had a feeling that they'd be fine for the purpose, especially if said customers were kept properly informed.Stan's arrival at work was greeted by a call of "Well done!" from Bob. The Managing Director, who was away on a business trip, would be checking in later by.