I was starting to get a bit nervous and wished for a traffic jam just to slow things down. Instead, I arrived and was parked with an hour and forty-fi...ve minutes to spare. It only took me fifteen minutes to figure out where the Brindle Building was and locate the elevators. I had an hour and a half to kill. I didn’t want to work up a sweat by walking around so I ended up in a small independent coffee shop. Someone had left the morning paper on the table to share. I shared it with a cup of Jeju. Osman: Durian? Are you sure? They are very rare in the market!Baba: (now fingering my clit, which is completely wet and juicy by that time) Yes, I know. They are rare.. It is indeed rare; you have to work hard to get one. Also, make sure by taking its pill off that it is wet and juicy inside. (I could not stop a giggle at that moment but baba put his hand on my mouth quickly so that Osman does not hear it)Osman: ha ha! Sure. That’s all?Baba: (now turning to his favorite fruit, my big bulky. The weather looked like shit on the way and she was headed off to fill her tank before she left town. Her wheels had been a stroke of good luck. The thing didn’t look like all that much, but mechanically, it was far better than sound, since the previous owner had wanted it for off-road play originally. The gas mileage wasn’t great, but as ugly wheels go, the thing was a tank. With a full load of gas, she was off on the first part of this strange little journey, on her way to the airport to. " "Or I can stay," I said as nonchalantly as possible. "I don't mind if you do it around me." "Yeah, right!" he laughed. "You think I'm joking?" I nudged him again affectionately. "I saw your little penis every day for years, there's no need for you to be shy around me." "Things have changed." I looked meaningfully at the bulge in his pants. "I can see that they have." He made a move to cover himself, then didn't. "So, you're really serious?" he asked, incredulous. "You want me to jerk off in.