Not a lover's kiss, but not a peck from your s!ster, either. This little thing was something else.So he plodded on through the night, fighting the nee... to sleeep that crept up on him with a sudden ferocity - it was well past the end of his shift - and kept a wary eye on his fare in the rear-view mirror. What was her story? How the hell did she have that much cash on her, had she mugged someone? Al had been mugged three times in his fifteen years behind the wheel, and twice, it had been by. "Oscar isn't really a plumber, he is a handyman. He is honest though, and he stands behind his work. Plumbers don't, if they have to come back to fix their fuck up, they charge you a service call. That's why I use him," EZ explained."Right have him call then," I said."Okay now Wilson, how are we doing?" I asked, when I entered the office."So far about half a dozen girls, who probably won't go out with him. Crissy is one of them of course," he said."Is that what you are calling the daughter at. He glanced at her sexy blue lace string. He was thinking that if his boyfriend would not busy so much today, he will not gaze at this incredible ass.He would not be able to touch his tongue her tongue, to taste her nipple, to feel her pussy, to smell her ass. If today events were differently, then, after work, she would went home, boyfriend will hug her, and then, he will stuck her in the wall, lift her skirt, and fuck her hard, instead of him.He put aside the sexy blue lace. He liked to fuck. “Doing what we’ve done well its soooo great.” She had closed her eyes when she said it and pulled him in again to kiss him too. He loved how her lips felt on his and eventually he even placed his arms around her body so he could kiss her back, which she loved as well. Sex with her, night after night, had been great. They seen all the colleges they wanted to see. He’d decided on the third day where he wanted to go, and he’d get in too. His GPA was so high there wasn’t any question with that. All.