. you sure did.’ ‘Don’t be a bitch about it.’ He said without rancor. ‘No . . . no, I’m not.’ She peeked at his face to see if he believ...ed her. His expression told her nothing. ‘Anyway, he left us when I was fourteen. Mom got a job working in this bar and made herself invaluable.’ ‘No one’s invaluable,’ he said and took a swig of beer. To himself he said, My God this woman is gorgeous. A fantastic body and look at her mouth . . . ‘Well the owner thought she was, and when his cancer . . .’ she. How she had envied her girlfriend and some of the others when they told her about climax, about when a guy pops off and starts squirting his stuff. Then it had sounded terribly messy. But now she bristled at the thought of having Hank's white-hot jizz spurting inside her, filling up her itchy, hot fuckhole.Hank fell over her, his fingers pinching her nipples hard now while his powerful hips fucked his cock home. She was grunting with each forward thrust like a rutting bitch, her hair curtaining. I grabbed a hold ofher slick legs, spread them wide and rubbed my handsslowly up her sweat-covered legs until I reached hershort mini-skirt. Reaching underneath her soft skirt Iyanked off her black lace panties, which notsurprisingly were drenched with her love juices. Brookeleaned back and placed her hands on the edge of my deskas I lowered my tongue into her invitingly saucy slitand began my best to “repay” her with some service ofmy own.Holding on tightly to her firm thighs, I. ”I looked around the room to sense the reaction. Most didn’t pick it up but a couple of people smiled which indicated that they had noticed her slight bulge as well.When I looked back at Ron and Ronnie They were staring at Ron’s brother. Now, if looks could kill he would have keeled over. As the master of ceremonies took the microphone I heard Ron say to his brother, “Fucking arsehole. You never change, do you? We should have left you at home with your stinking moll.”The answer came back, “at.