” you reply with a faint blush.He is 3, maybe 4, inches taller than you and dressed in blue jeans and a tight tee shirt that accentuates his broad c...hest and muscular shoulders. You bite your bottom lip with excitement after you had turned away from him to retrieve clean coffee cups from the cabinet. “Cream? Sugar?” you ask as you sit the hot java in front of him. “Your cream will be all I need Sugar!” he teases. You smile and chuckle.He arrived with a small backpack over one shoulder, which. Surprisingly, there was room. I really did wonder what he was thinking as he was doing this, and I almost asked him to describe what he was doing and how he felt about it… but I was getting lost in the sensations and had no time for words. I panted out that I could feel both of them and it was wonderful, they were doing just what I wanted. God, I must have been dripping all over them! I never imagined John would actually do this. “Now, John, take me in my ass. I know you want to,” and I. With them.As they offered her a drink and which she said yes and Olleda went and poured her a cup as well as another cup of the brew for herself.Came back out on the porch handing Carletta the cup of brew as she herself sat back and sipped hers.They were all exchanging small talk and asking how her sister in law Andrea was doing, to which she said oh she’s fine, though a bit sore “down there”.Suddenly in just a bit the two women seemed to have changed in their demeanor the professor noted in. Foster had set out on this journey for one simple reason, a girl. He was an accountant at a chain of local grocery stores. He was a stereotypical accountant too-short, rather skinny and plain looking, with thick horn-rimmed glasses that gave him an owlish appearance. As a result finding female company that wasn't bought and paid for was nearly impossible for him. He was bright, personable, apt at his job. But his damn face got in the way of all his romantic aspirations. The girls would take one.