The ending of that task was my time to hit the door."You can't leave without kissing me." Absolutely not," I said. That's a pleasant way to head off t...o work. On the road I let my mind work over the changes that happened in my life, culminating in this weekend.Rings. The girl needs a ring. I need a ring. That's a goal. I'll talk with her about it. I have no idea of what she might have in mind. I can afford a sizable chunk of ornamental carbon, if she wishes.Eight hours of work and I get a couple. Injection foam had been pumped in around the girls, providing a packing that at one time protected and confined them."Norman's proposal." I thought you said it sounded a bit vague." Rick's people did some research. The proposition stands up. The older one is at the top end of what we'd normally consider for age but Larry seems to feel we could place her. The other two are pretty much on spec for regular product. I know we're not short of product at the moment but I'd like to do Norman a. Just how long were they going to go at it?Regardless… I went back to the task at hand. If they were still going then so was I. I continued to finger myself and by the time all was said and done I was a soaking mess. Pussy juices had gotten everywhere… all over the floor, soaking my panties… it was quite the mess.I then noticed that the sounds coming from the bedroom had stopped. I heard one final grunt and screaming orgasm and then it was quiet. The sound of wet suction came next and then in. Back home she was one of the most popular girls in school and so Tara figured joining the squad here might help her make some friends, but it was mid-term so of course the squad would be set. On her way out of the school for the day she saw a big black boy wearing a varsity jacket who she assumed he was an athlete and decided to go up to him and ask about the cheer squad.His name was Jamal and he seemed genuinely interested in helping this pretty perky and preppy little white girl, telling her.