She was clad in a short ice blue silk robe that showed off plenty of her great legs which were sheathed in matching ice blue nylons. She lightly touch...ed my face and rubbed her hand over my nylon covered knees. "This is not what I expected," she responded with her eyes lit by lust. "I thought that's what you wanted? What did you expect?" "It is exactly what I wanted, but I never expected you to look this good. I tried to get a few former lovers that didn't mind dressing up for me to wear makeup.. I understand what you're saying, and I swear-to-God, this isn't going to be a mercy fuck -- although, if we do it right, one of us might holler for mercy at some point!"Lois' continuing lighthearted attitude, combined with the gentle-but-insistent touch of her ever-stroking hand, were convincing enough. Maybe nothing would come of this, but Paul was sold on the idea, anyway.The couch was an awkward venue, however. Paul wondered how best to advance the -- well -- the ball."Not much room to. Completely drained.'What a great way to start the day', he thought smiling to himself. He lewdly ran his eyes over Nena's body noting the look of shock on her face and as his eyes scanned lower, his cum, which was wetly congealing on her swollen cunt. With a satisfied look on his face he slowly hoisted up his overalls, "You have been such good customers, that the sandals are on me," he said beaming.Nena looked up at him numbly, dimly aware of Miguel tucking in his soiled undershirt and flaccid. And if I want to add something in on my own, it stays in, whether she likes it or not, and I get partial song-writing credit for it.’ He want them to remove the brown M&Ms next, Ryan thought. ‘Anything else?’ ‘Yes.’ Allison gave her a spiteful smile. ‘If you don’t agree, then Jason quits.’ ‘Is that so?’ Ryan nodded. Well, that made up her mind. ‘Jason, what the fuck is this?’ Mitch got up from behind his drums. ‘You’re threatening to quit a week before our headlining gig? What the hell’s the.