You’ll be glad I decided to share.It was a Saturday and I had slept in to the unthinkable hour of 7:30, which is highly unusual for me. During the w...rkweek you can’t drag me out of bed, but on weekends I’m up at 5 in the morning. Why? Because I don’t want to waste one second of my precious time off. Some people live to work, but I’m the opposite. I work to live. The way I see it, life is meant to be enjoyed, not wasted on 12-hour workdays, seven days a week, making money for some anonymous. "Hermie could not believe that her husband found out about last nightand this morning. She now knew why no message on the fridge and he didnot answer her call. "Rick, I need to get going. I will tell her youare sorry. Don't worry about it, she is fine with what you did."After she hung up the phone on Rick, the panic lady called Sam. Herpanic grew when she got the generic intercept message of, "We'resorry; you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is nolonger in service. If you. I want you to let out a deep groan of relief as I take you into my mouth, gently sucking as I do. I want you to grab hold of my hair and push your cock deeper into my mouth. I want you to tell me that I’m unreal as you thrust your cock in and out of my mouth. I want you to tell me that I’m such a slut for you cock, and that I suck it the best. I want you to tell me that you I always make you come so fast and that you don’t want to come yet. I want you to pull me up onto the bed. "Hey, how ya doin," she chirped in her infectious style."Pretty good, you?" Oh you know me. It takes me weeks to get ready for a dance."She giggled. Jeff loved the sound of that giggle."I bet you'll look great. But then, you always do." Awww, that's sweet. I'm wearing this really pretty blue dress that cost melike $100, but you don't want to hear about all this girly stuff." No, it's okay, Jean. I miss talking to you."Jeff blushed at his comment."I miss talking to you, too, Jeff. I don't know.