“Damn, girl. That was hot,” he says, breathlessly. “Pretty hot,” I agree, proud of myself and impressed with him. Our skills are well matched.... Our post-coital snuggle session is interrupted by the phone. Kyle rolls over to his nightstand and looks at the caller ID and a strange expression crosses his face. “Hello?” he asks. “Yes…Thank you for calling me back…” Unwilling to eavesdrop, I pick up my clothes and start for the bathroom. Kyle reaches out and grabs my arm, mouthing “sorry.” I. "Jesse, wake up, I need your help. A man wants to pay me a hundred dollars for you to look at me in my underwear." Are you still drunk?" No." I tugged his arm. "C'mon it'll only take five minutes and we can make an easy hundred." I don't want to see my mom in her underwear." You saw me naked last night, didn't you?" He didn't have a smart answer for that. He turned his head and looked at me with one bleary eye. "You do realize how fucked up this is." I know. They're all a bunch of demented. She slammed a potted plant down on the counter in front ofDannie. "I demand a refund!"The Old Man grinned, and moved towards the far end of thestore. There were times when having an assistant in the shopwas very handy. As when these customer satisfaction issues cameup.Dannie rubbed her temple. "What seems to be the problem,Mrs. LaFarge?" That potion you people sold me was supposed to turn myhusband into an African-American named Violet! Not this!" Mrs.LaFarge gestured towards the exotic. ‘Most of all,’ he whispered in her ear moments before she came, ‘I love those soft little puffs of air that escape your lips right before you—,’ he was cut off as she pulled his head down to hers and kissed him deeply, ravaging his mouth. He moaned, palming and cupping her breasts, as she reached down and angled his dick not to enter her, but so that she could slide herself up and down on him completely. Her lips wrapped around his dick and she ground against him, her clit coming in constant.