To." And why am I going to do that? I thought you were tired about my complaining." Janet could still make me smile."Because, Boss of mine, I talked t... A.J. yesterday and you and I have to talk." What? You talked to A.J.? What did she say? Why hasn't she answered my calls? Where did you see her? Is she back? Come on, Janet, say something." Easy, Jerrod. No, she isn't back in town. You were becoming such a pain in my behind that I went to Cleveland yesterday and talked to her." What did she. A blustery cold wind greeted her when she stepped out into the street. November was edging close to winter, autumn drying up and dying like the dead leaves rustling along the sidewalk. She turned up the collar of her padded corduroy jacket, stuffed her hands deep in the pockets and headed for the subway, head bowed.She liked how things were settling down between them. For the last three weeks she'd worked hard to be less jealous, to trust Dad more. He'd helped by not going to any other events. Then I sank back down onto him and rode him some more. He grabbed my hips and started to lift me up and then slam me back down onto him. I started to whimper from him brutally fucking me up and down onto his cock. He suddenly yelled out and he slammed me down onto his cock and held me there and I felt his cock spitting out shot after shot of glorious cum deep into my sopping wet cunt. As I finally coming down from the fuck of a lifetime from my husband I climbed off of his shiny cum covered. I was just tearing in into the second half of my enormous sandwich and licking my fingers, when I noticed a man watching me. He sat back in his chair, legs crossed, and held a pale gray fedora with one hand over his knee. His dark eyes squinted at me through the haze of smoke from his thin cigar, and when he saw me returning his stare, he inclined his head slightly and winked. The light shown on his slicked-back dark hair, and his eyes seemed to twinkle and dance with amusement. A pencil-thin.