Perfect. There was nothing worse than working on an Anniversary, bosses had no sense of proportion about these things. She’d rather work Christmas. ...he dragged herself into the house with all the enthusiasm of a man on the way to meet La Guillotine and dumped her keys on the foyer table. Cocking her head to listen, her day went from worse to pissy at the sound of soft jazz coming from upstairs. Oh no, she dearly hoped he hadn’t gone all out and planned some elaborately expensive celebration.. "That feels nice," she said encouragingly. "Yeah? I enjoy doing this," he confessed. He kept rubbing as best as he could while sliding up her tank top to expose more of her skin. She had a small tattoo on her lower back of a flower, a memento of her wilder years. He traced the edges of the mark with his fingers and felt her muscles flex into his touch with a mix of satisfied encouragement and ticklish discomfort. Micheal began to use both hands to massage her muscles in the way he had learned. I reached up and snatched that cock out of Baroness's hand, plunged my face down on it a few deep times, getting it good and wet. i pulled that cock out of my mouth and rubbed it all over my face. i wanted my face to get wet and shine like a good slut's face should.this must have turned Baroness on, because she grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head, with both hands, turned my head a bit to the side, and started fucking my face. Baroness wasn't fucking my throat, Baroness had jammed. One night Kathy called me upset about one of her daughters and she was drunk as usual and was parked in front of my house. "I'm coming in, open the door," she slurred. I opened my door and she stumbled in undoing her pants and mumbling about having to pee. I went into my living room and sat down, I heard her when she came out of the bathroom with out her pants. There she was in my face with her thick caramel thighs spread wide and her thick brownish black bush right in my face. "Lick me, like.