"I need a passion, a hobby..." Juan mumbled to himself as he stocked the new batches of delivered bread to the shelves."Juan? I need you to take off t...at jacket." Juan turned and saw his general manager. The tall and scrawny man leered over him, tapping his foot. The manger pointed at Juan's black jacket."But it's cold." Juan replied meekly, continuing to stock the shelf. There was nothing in the employee manual prohibiting solid colored jackets to be worn with the store uniform.Juan's general. Yeah, Tonight is going to cost me a great deal of cash, but it was going to worth the price. Over our surf and turf dinner and several bottles of wine the gurls spent almost the whole dinner talking to Larry.. What he did.. if he was married.. k**s.. and filled him in on their future plans. After dinner the house band began to play and the gurls excused themselves to the ladies room. Larry took this chance to grill me some more… “How in the hell are these two dumber the shit bimbos going to. She quickly wrapped a towel around her and went to a wardrobe. Instinctively she picked black stockings and black knickers usually wearing under short skirts. While pulling upwards one stocking, she started to think of him again and felt juices starting to flow in her pussy. He likes laced stockings and a thought of getting him pleasure of seeing them was a powerful trigger. Nothing makes her more horny than a look in men's eyes, full of desire. She quickly chased off these thoughts and. Either. I was hoping for a different hole for my pole. But just as the stiffy was sniffing the morning dew on the valley moss and getting close to a dip in the warm bath of mother's womanhood, she turned around to face me. Nuts! Blue nuts.“What do you want to eat for breakfast?”Groucho Marx was never given a better straight line for a double entendre. “Your muff-in, of course.”“That would be nice!”“No, that would be good!”“Good Lord! Morning?”“What do naughty girls say in the.