Capice?’ ‘Sure, okay, Mr. Russo.’ ‘I hear he’s much like me, in that regard, a people person. Only, this guy is much the ladies man, like me..., too, in that regard, if I say so myself’ he said sharing another laugh with his boys while doing his vulgar motion again with his hands in front of his hips and humping the air. ‘And this guy knows how to live. Wait until you see his house. Mamma Mia, I’ve seen pictures of it and it’s beautiful from the inside out.’ He looked at his boys and then looked. And woke only a few hors later when we shifted and his cockhead popped out of my backdoor.I had already cleaned the place of coke in my drug induced frenzy, so we got casually dressed and checked out.We stopped out a diner on the edge of town for cheap and greasy breakfast. I devoured a huge plate of French toast lathered in syrup. George enjoyed his eggs, hash brown and sausage. He even lit up a smoke. That was another reminder of how little I knew himOur ride home was mostly quiet and into. I just remembered that I wanted to tell you about my night with my favorite American girl Tiffany’s mom Connie but didn’t have enough time when I started the story of the two sisters and their mother with the biggest boobs I have ever seen in my entire life.I have to be utterly frank and tell you that I am not a “boob” man in any sense of the word. In fact, I am fairly well centered strictly on any girl’s cute backside and tend to have these fantasies of every girl I see bending over for me and. Laura shivered and I slipped my thumb beneath the elastic and pressed it into her, feeling her moist heat. “That’s because I’ve spent the entire afternoon wondering how you’d feel about a little carpet munching,” she replied breathlessly. “You can stop wondering,” I rasped, and ripped her panties off with one tug. Then I grabbed her thighs and held them wide so that her glistening pussy was exposed, and just stared at her pink flesh. “Damn,” I said, my mouth watering. “You have one sexy.