” She took another big pull through the straw from her cup. “And especially the ‘not get caught’ part.”“And especially the ‘not get caug...t’ part.” Jennifer just looked at her friend and contemplated what happened to change her into someone she had trouble recognizing. “What if you are caught? You’re gonna fuck up a sure thing, a live happily-for-the-rest-of-your-life kind of a situation. I’ve heard you call Troy the love of your life. Just for the chance to try another guy.”Cindy grinned and. Her handsreached up under my skirt. I lifted and she roughly pulled down mypanties. Okay this was it. I was waiting for the reaction when she foundout I was hard under that skirt.My mystery woman reached higher and I felt her grab my shaft. I waitedand no scream came. What? I felt her shift and her head went down andtool me into her mouth. This was a blow job like I had never had before.Up and down she went. I was wet and slick.She let me slip out of her mouth and pulled me on top of her. . He’ll fit right in at the Cop Bar.’ I said as Cindy handed little Ross to me. He was a good-looking, blue-eyed redhead like his daddy, and I felt the same emotion of holding him as I’d felt when holding baby Jim after he’d been born. ‘What, can’t name a male child ‘Cindy’?’ Cindy Ross said, teasing. ‘Seriously, it sounds good. I called Mom and Dad, they’re probably preparing to come down now.’ ‘I called them, too, as soon as I was put into the room.’ Molly said. ‘They’re going to meet me in. All in all, pretty dull, but I don't mind it, though.The night goes as usual, put the pies in the oven, get the French breads and sweet goods in the queue, and then comes the raw dough products. This routine is used every night, and it makes the time pass quickly, since I can lose myself in space and let the mind wander while the body performs the work on its own. "Hi Mike. How you doing tonight?" startled me a bit when I was traying up some Italian loaves. The voice was high and familiar. It.