I made my next visit to Brett's place of employment but left the store disappointed because he was nowhere to be found. I hoped it was just his day of...f and he was still employed there.The next morning, I waited as long as I could contain myself, not wanting to arrive at the store to early in the day. When I opened the door, I saw Brett standing behind the counter. He looked up when he heard the bell on the door ring from the movement of it opening. I was pleased that he recognized me, for he. "Rocket Pop!" "Vanilla Cone!" "Cookies and Cream!" I can't help but smile. The ice cream struck use to be my favorite growing up. I could live off Rocket Pop Popsicles. Something always fascinated me. I would suck on that Popsicle until there was nothing left. Then I'd run to the mirror to see if my lips turned colors from sucking so hard. The ice cream struck must have done its duty because the kids have calmed down and I can hear the music of the ice cream struck start to fade off in the. We sat in her driveway til I filled her mouth with cum. She thanks for the best time in seven years. She gave me a thousand dollar tip. I got in my car and went home for some much needed sleep. The next day their was a knock on my door. I was awake but I wasn't expecting anyone. I was enjoying sitting around my house. I put on a robe and answered the door, it was Beth, Karen's assistance. I said hello, please come in. She said that Karen had her bring some papers over to be signed so I could be. Kyuke mein toh tha kuwait mein apne udas lund ko lekar, kaam kar raha tha kadapte dooph mein, kam karte karte ghand fat gaye aur woh paise mein use maasik roop mein bhejta woh randi us paise ka internet lagwa ke aye din kabhe apne boobe ya choot ya bhosda ka photot fb ke bhadwo ko bhejkar unhe lubhakar chudwa rahe the.Ab mein bata du ki mein kaha kaam karta hu. Yahan sab ke sab lund hi hai koi choot nahi woh bhi alag alag lund.Kise ka kaala ko ke kise ka goora koi negro koi bengali ya koi.