It had a P.O. Box in New Springfield as a return address, but I wasn'texpecting anything so I was caught off guard as to what it might be. Inthe envel...ope were handwritten cards and notes from the staff, thevolunteers and the clients at the reading center. The lovely cards thestaff and the volunteers were really appreciated, but Mary and I lost itreading the notes from the clients. Some of these folks had the mostprimitive writing skills and little grasp of English, but that didn'tstop them from. It looked angry.Angry? At you? But you hadn't done anything wrong... yet!I believe she noticed that I was a local girl to. That her husband might want to flirt with me or something. I think she want to punish me for that.Hmmm yes, well I can understand that angle.When I try to hand her the glass, I know she purposely let it fall to the floor. She yelled and screamed at me. I want to cry. She slap my face and kicked me in the butt as I ran out the room.That sounds dreadful. I would never risk. It was only as her orgasm subsided and she felt her father’s hands lifting her that she realised that her pussy was covering his mouth and nose. She had nearly suffocated her father.But that wasn’t enough for her and she bent forwards and took her father’s cock into her mouth again. Down her head went and just as her chin got tickled again she felt his cock twitch then a warm liquid filling her throat.She quickly lifted her head and got the last squirt on her face.She sat up again and again. ..Yesterday I was going to have dinner with my highschool buddy Mike andhis wife Jennifer. They have the same taste in food as I do and we goeating out quite regularly. It was going to be Ronaldo's again, oursmall Italian restaurant. The owner knows us by now which is a goodthing, we must have spent a fortune there over the years but it's cosy,the food is good and we always get a starter on the house.When I walked in Mike and Jennifer were not yet there. Ronaldo, theowner, saw me enter and.