For some reason, more than I can understand or fathom, the business I am in creates the worst bitches that I have ever encountered in my life, and let...’s face it I am no spring chicken so have been around to know this fact. I, for the life of me, do not understand how another woman can turn on one of her own. I cannot understand where this nasty competitiveness comes from, a competitiveness, that to date, I had really only encountered in the male species and they have testosterone as their. Rosie was right, Steve thought, Georgie was lovely. Her breasts, covered by the tight sweater, although not big, looked firm and luscious, there was little bounce as she sat on the sofa. Her legs, encased in lycra, were shapely and not too thin. Steve imagined himself between those legs, his lips kissing her thighs through the smooth fabric all the way to her pussy. Rosie called Steve from the kitchen. He excused himself from his guests, eyes lingering on Georgies legs a second, then joined. . this time i nodded . the smile repeated and within a second without touching his cock he fired a thick bullet of cum across my tongue and into my throat , i groaned as it hit me , then another wad followed it , same trajectory and hit the same spot on the back of my throat ..a third spurt came but this one dropped onto my tongue .and before i could even taste it the guy plunged his cock deep into my throat with such force that my nose hit his pelvic bone hard enough to shock me . i didnt have. He didn't call her back. There would be time for that if Mandy balked.He approached his daughter carefully."I talked to Karen," he opened."What did she say?" She said she'd be honored to take you to get your first ... um ... toy?" He remembered her using that word, which was a lot easier to say than "dildo!" Toy?" she frowned."I think that's what they call them. A euphemism that's politically correct," he guessed, correctly."Oh. Okay. Sure. I'd actually feel a little better if she was there.".