” My words agreeing to it just slipped out of my mouth like this was something I did everyday. I had planned on making him come with my mouth, then ...spitting it out afterward. My ex-boyfriend came on my stomach once and my waist a few times, however it was nothing like a cumshot that I’d heard guys brag about, girlfriends admit to have doing and had seen in porn videos. It was nothing I had any interest in ever doing. Cum was gross. It smelled, it was sticky and didn’t really taste that great.. " Yeah, bring me a Coke and some chips. And a calculator." Calculator?" I'm going to try to figure out how many hundreds of thousands of dollars it costs every time the president hits a golf ball." Har-de-har-har," said Humphreys. "You can starve. Do it long hand."He left. Bob turned the hallway feedback on. All he really had to do was listen for the computer to tell him the president's ball had moved. He got something to eat while the other two were catching up to the man, and almost screwed. The Gent’s toilet was a dark lit building with very small windows up near the roof standing on the corner of a side street which was a cul-de-sac. There were individual old fashioned porcelain toilet stalls. The place used to have a very strong urine smell no matter when you went in there. The man used to be standing facing into one of the stalls in the corner. When my pal and I or anyone went in he used to start humming a tune to himself. We used to go to the stall on each side of him and. Ellen and her mom were still sorting and putting away the groceries.Never faltering from the task at hand Mrs. Farrow thanked me again, “Thank you, Billy. Just give us a few minutes to finish putting the groceries away.”I watched every move that Ellen made as she stretched to put can goods away in the upper cabinets. The muscles in her calves. How her skirt rode up the back of her legs. How her butt seemed to tighten as she stood on her toes.When the groceries were safely put away Mrs. Farrow.