Adam regarded her -- she wore denim jeans, a short-sleeved blouse and sandals. He handed her the bag. “I brought this to have with dinner.”She rem...oved a bottle. “Prosecco...”“It’s a nice, Italian bubbly. It should go well with dinner. We should keep it cold.”“I’ll put it in the fridge.” He followed her into her kitchen.“Well, this really does look like a seventies kitchen,” he remarked, “right down to the wallpaper.”“The whole house stinks of the seventies,” she replied. “There’s shag carpeting. Claude understood that the entire family was proud of Montgomery and a little disappointed in him. Montgomery, a consummate buppie, had a nice three-bedroom place, also in South Orange, and a high-paying job as a trader for a Bergen County investment firm. He met his beautiful wife at Princeton, and it wasn’t like she spent his money on manicures and massages all day. Eliza held her own as a tax attorney for a Wall Street firm, and as a couple the both of them were unstoppable. They made a. .. YES! YESSS!! OH GOD YESSSSS!!!!" She screamed. And then screamed again, loud and shrill as she felt herself begin to cum. At that moment, just before her peak, he pushed a button that released the air in the inflated cuff on the massive cork plugging her bottom. As the first orgasmic spasm ripped through her body, the nozzle, along with a thick stream of hot fluid, burst from her widely stretched asshole. She squealed again with tears of ecstasy and relief running down her face. With each. At another door, she listened to a conversation, " ... on their level of science, just think what equipment they might have that we could use." She knew the voice as Professor Blythe's."That's an idea; we're running low on Mills bombs and could do with some updated ordinance ... What could you supply us with?" Another voice, which she thought sounded like the captain.Jack's voice said, "Me? I'm just a copper. I can't get to anything like that..." Susan opened the door."But I might be able to.