“Eda came up with the idea for writing Canella a song, and Lisa said that their Aunt Gulia would be able to put those lyrics on a little boy’s bab...y blanket,” I replied as the toaster popped up four pieces of crispy bread for me to butter.“Well, get them written down and then you should probably call and dictate the lyrics to Lisa, so Gulia can get it done, pronto. I’m sure Maria’s sister will be amazingly busy embroidering stuff with just a few days left ‘till Christmas.”“That’s a good idea,. I wasn’t quick enough to figure out why my wife’s youngest sister was there, I was just aghast that I’d been caught trying to cheat on my wife. My first thoughts were that she was spying on me for Lillie, that I had just been caught in a compromising position. She stepped past me and stopped by the bed her eyes darted over the room then she asked, “You’re John Smith?” That’s when it clicked. My initial surprise became total shock when I realized she was there to screw John Smith. My. "Yes, yes, yes, Tiffany," I sobbed, moving back and forth a bit."Splatter her, Joseline," Kendra implored me.A few seconds, Tiffany had that happen. From one second to the next, my twat shot out my juice like a squirt gun. I felt the adrenaline go through me quickly, and it coursed through my system like a virus. All the while, the emotions were sky high indeed.After I stopped twitching for a moment, and then Tiffany rose with us. She couldn't help, but feel both of our cherries and finger us. There was a lady police officer and a male constable in the bolero. The constable was driving the vehicle. The officer rolled down the window and asked, “Where are you going at this time of the night?”. I explained the situation I was in. “Ok. Get in. We will drop you at your home”, she said. I gladly got into the back seat of the bolero. While we were moving through the road, the officer asked to the constable, “Is your shift done?”. “Yes madamji, I will drop you off and then go home”. “Ok,.