"Rose glanced at his name tag, it said, "McHugh". The colors that McHugh had brought were exactly what she was looking for, but she wasn't sure which ...ne she preferred. She knew that she was well past the age where pink walls were appropriate, but she was starting to feel old. All she needed to do was to throw some plastic on her furniture and she'd could be someone's grandmother, she thought."Well, I like this hue better," she said and held up the Fancy Pink, "Then again, if I went with the. While the day draws to its hectic close, your hand, almost like it has a life of its own, keeps checking your phone for messages, only to have it mock you with its colourfully barren display. Finally you are able to leave the office. It is nearly 9pm as you make your way to the tube, feeling exhausted, despondent, disappointed. Like a conveyor belt of revellers, the car is busy dispersing people throughout town on their way to a night out, dressed to impress and smiling at the prospect of the. She licked every inch of my balls, under them and around them, milking my throbbing cock that made me type all that faster. When she started to go down lower to lick my ass, and stroke my cock with both hands, I admit, I got distracted. My head flung back for a second, and my cock leaked precum all over her hands. I couldn't help it, but reach down, and shove her deeper in my ass, telling her to stroke my cock faster for me. She knew that was one of my favorites, the dirty slut.After an hour, I. “Are you some kind of vampire?!” Lord, but he was pathetic now.“Yup. Now give me your wallet.”“What?”“Wallet. Imbecile.” He struggled to reach it a few moments before handing me a simple brown affair. I fished out the cash and took his driver’s license for good measure.“Randolph Quaid,” I said. “You don’t look like a Randolph.”He paused a long moment. “Folks call me Randy.”“Ah. And tell me, are you?”“Am I what?”“Randy. Do you wanna fuck?”He blinked, a little war between his fear and confusion.