While the story Mike had turned up about the plant expansion in Warsaw would go a long way toward filling the front page, but it lacked the Spearfish ...Lake local angle needed for a lead story.Mike really had needed a lead story, and the only possibility he could think of would to be to do an in-depth story on the storm sewer separation, The thought even bored him, so he didn't put a lot of effort into it. He called up city manager Don Kutzley, and talked with him for a few minutes, getting a. There was an odd dryness in his mouth as he gazed upon her bare chest, a pair of full, heavy breasts on display in the absence of her sling. Gravity was spreading them apart, yet they were pert enough to keep their round shape, her soft flesh molding around her biceps like balls of melting wax. Blue nipples protruded from between her scales, Caden’s eyes lingering on them, his blood pounding in his ears.What was she doing? Why was she just lying there? He remembered seeing snakes and lizards. "I got to run, it was real." Yeah, see you tomorrow?" I asked."Okay, but just so you know, I'm straight," she said."Just so you know, I like men to," I replied."Fair enough 6:00 AM tomorrow at the waffle and egg on 3rd Avenue and 91st Street. They still cook the food on top of the stove there," she said."Fair enough," I said. I had a hard time understanding her Brooklyn accent. I was also sure she was having a problem with mine. On the walk home, I wondered how she pegged me as a dyke. I. I close my eyes and nod my head from side to side and up and down feel his cock and balls bouncing against my face, enjoying the safety of being stationed at his feet and drinking in the scent of masculinity. I go to work slowly. the light touch of finger tips under his balls, firm palms rubbing his inner thighs, flicking the underside of his dickhead with my tongue and letting it rest on the tip of my tongue, which I form into a spoon to hold it. My lips wrap around what is warm and throbbing,.