After Canadian Thanksgiving dinner, her boyfriend confessed to cheating on her. She lost her mind, they broke up. At that point I didn't care, I had a... rock hard dick that needed out of my pants to breathe properly. We locked lips again and wasted no time peeling off our clothes. Her body looked even better without any clothes on. Her curves were absolutely perfect to my eyes. We opted to do it on her couch instead of her bedroom. She laid on her back on that couch with her legs wrapped around. ’ ‘Certainly sir, if you go down that corridor to the end, the offices are on your right. I’ll let her know you’ve arrived.’ He knocked on the door. ‘Enter.’ A voice from inside. He entered and almost dropped his tool bag. ‘Mimi, is it you?’ ‘Do I know you?’ Richie looked at the name plate on her desk, ‘Miriam Greenburg Managing Director.’ He was confused, if you looked closely at her, beneath the meticulously applied makeup she looked very much like Mimi, but her tailored suit was a far cry. Abraham had the history of my timeline, and the list of accomplishments that could be made. He had a jump start on all that, thanks to our intervention. I wondered to myself if given that leap, just how much more might be done. Sixty years after we as a people had landed on the moon, we had never returned, and I urged him not to let that happen this time. He should push to establish a base there and continue manned space exploration, as I felt it was one of the great failings of my. "Mistress..." Dominique whispered back, closing her eyes as her mistress'lips approached.They kissed. Dominique submissively opened her lips and Brenda slippedher tongue in.As they were kissing, Brenda worked Dominique backwards toward a couch.She softly pushed her down, then climbed on top of her, continuing tokiss."Oh... mistress..." Dominique moaned! "I am so wet!" Mmmmm," Brenda moaned back. "So am I... would you like a taste?"Dominique was panting. "Yes, mistress... yes!"While they.