”“My CPA suggested the same thing,” Dan said glad to hear the advice echoed by another person.Mr. Harrison said, “Let’s assume that your sal...es figures level off at a thousand a month more than what they are currently running. I figure that over the next year that will bring you somewhere between fifty and sixty thousand a year in profit. What are you going to do with that money?”“You’ve already suggested that I open another pizzeria,” Dan said casually.“Or two,” Mr. Harrison said watching Dan’s. Anyway we get chatting and she's asking me for a snog and I refuse. But as the night goes on the more I drink. I head to the toilet and when I come back all my friends have gone... So I end up going back to the woman's flat (I didn't have any recollection of this at the time) but her place was about 25 miles outside London so the taxi must have cost a fair bit! I was so hammered I can't even remember shagging her that night but apparently we did several times!! So the first I remember is waking. ...” Was all I could get out before flooding his mouth with spurt after spurt of my man seed. That was all it took. Dave tensed up and began shooting into my wife. He was so distracted by his own pleasure he failed to swallow and gagged on my cock sauce but to his credit he didn't spill a drop. He swallowed hard as he kept spurting into my wife. He pulled out and finished unloading his creamy goodness all over Chrissy's well fucked pussy. We all took a moment to catch our collective. Now it was Jeff, Fuzz and Cassie.During the same lunch period of The Showdown that Almost Was, my pals were rendered speechless when Cassie plopped down beside me with her lunch tray and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She started up conversation with all three of us like we'd been friends forever.Did I mention that Cassie was shy? Whouda thunk it?The next day at lunch, Cassie asked The Question."Why does everyone call you Fuzz?" she asked my friend.Fuzz blushed and started to speak, but Jeff cut.