I decided to wear a pair of red crotch less knickers with a black ribbon on the front. I negotiated my breasts into place to create a nice cleavage no...w all I had to do was decide on an outfit to wear. In the end I plumped for my black, pencil skirt and red blouse. I left a few buttons undone so my cleavage was visible. I carefully applied my make up before slapping on my obligatory red lipstick that I wear especially for sucking cock. I sprayed on my Chanel, gave myself the one over in the. I didn't but that was my choice. I loved the girls beyond reason, and I loved Liz, too, despite her occasional quirks. She never put a new roll of toilet paper on the holder when the old one ran out; she'd just put the new one on the floor. She'd almost never put her dirty dishes in the dishwasher. She squeezed the toothpaste from the top, and didn't put the cap on, either. And she had occasional fits where she'd try to decide everything for everybody. I just ignored that when it happened, and. Just before I got my nut in the cunt of the first American woman that I had seen naked in better than half a year, and it wasn't my wife's, I pulled out my still very stiff cock, snapped my fingers, and plunged it, still dripping with my best friend John's wife Susan's cunt sauce, into the waiting and willing mouth of my wife's mouth. She sucked me until I dumped my hot cum load right down her throat.Two weeks earlier, my best friend John and I met in a little beer bar in Pearl Harbor. His ship. His mother had died a month ago of cancer, Daniel thought to himself.Following his walk to the bus stop, Daniel suddenly found he was feeling winded. His chest hurt and his stomach felt queasy.The bus pulled up and stopped."How where your classes today Miss?" the bus driver smiled."WORK, was fine, sir. Thanks for asking. And please stop calling me miss," Daniel shouted at the top of his lungs."Sorry, lady, just trying to be nice. You seem worried," the bus driver spat back.Then it hit Daniel,.