But I saw something so gross it changed my life. Mitchell puked up his lunch all over Dale's cock and balls. It was yellow and chunky like mashed bana...nas. Mitchell didn't know what to do. Dale pulled him off and jacked off with the gooey stuff on his cock. And overted my eyes before he unfurled his thing. "I'm sorry Dale!" Mitchell said"It's alright Mitch." Dale said enjoying the vomitThat night I went to my room. I was still eating upside down cake. I felt my stomach react to the cake in the. His eyes were a dark brown matching his hair colour. He had been up early to make this 7 am flight and must not have had time to shave for he had evidence of hair on his chin and neck. She couldn’t tell how tall her was by the fact he was sitting but judging by the fact he was quite a bit taller than her sitting in the seat she guess maybe just over six feet. He immediately looked at her and smiled a warm white toothed grin then looked away instantly as if he found something in his carry on of. Then we created a negative so we could press the paper in the new mold,” Kendra said.“Kendra’s new formula for the paper yields a much less porous substrate when it is pressed,” Mavis continued. “Right now, we’re just using weights for about 250 pounds of pressure on the mold. No danger of cracking the mold that way. The result, though, is a paper that is textured on front and back. The previous pieces were filled solid and flat on the back.”“All that work that Mavis was doing to create color. We exchanged pleasantries, and I thanked him profusely for the ride while he gave me his number, joking if I ever needed a chauffeur again, to give him a call. Though I was taken with his chivalry of sorts, it was not until our next meeting at the local supermarket did we make a connection, and I promised him that I would call, after his playful chastisement. Being me though has its downfalls. I am in no way forward, or a take the bull by the horns kind of gal when it comes to men. After all.