Despite being much better, she couldn’t afford to push her luck. She looked at the fries and then across at Gemma, who, blonde hair to the fore, had... easily managed to infiltrate the throng of male customers waiting at the bar. Just as she was deliberating whether to dispose of the evidence in her handbag, the same waiter who’d brought the fairy cake passed the table. After making an unspoken acknowledgement of Melissa’s desperate hand gesture, he swept the plate away with a smile. When Gemma. All things considered, it beats what we want to call him: Pain in the ass.Mondays usually began with three coffees sugared to give a toddler pre-diabetes, but I haven’t had the time to eat my melting scone, much less go for coffee. Where the fuck is that office assistant? It’s not even lunchtime yet but I’ve already watched one client rip journalist asshole on national television while forty-five minutes was devoted playing therapist to another on his fourth failed marriage. This shit wasn’t. I had fingered acouple girls. Fat girls. Who no one else wanted. Because no one elsewanted me. Desperation and fumbling and a sweaty fat pussyhole. Itwasn't better than porn. And definitely not big black dick porn.And at his house, it was on the big screen. Those dicks were so huge.Glistening. Proud. And on his stereo system, the shrieks and squealsof the girls as they got pounded.. So much better than huddled in mybedroom with headphones on. Stopping every 20 seconds because. Her tits were heaving up and down on her chest, and she was rolling her head slowly back and forth, the same way Jen was earlier. That reminded me of our siblings, so I glanced back over across the bushes.“Cathy, sit up and look at this,” I said. We could see Kevin was on top of Jen now, both lying flat on the ground. Kevin’s ass was bobbing up and down, causing Jen to slide a little bit back and forth.“Are they…” Cathy asked.“I think so. They certainly look like they’re enjoying it.” My.