Yeah upstairs I say, So now I'm fake sweeping the steps waiting for this fat b (excuse me for saying fat b but thats how everyone described her) to le...ave the office. I start pulling trash out the cans when I spot her leaving out. F it thats my excuse for going in there I walks in hey S you have any trash to pull. I notice her shutting the top drawer fast as hell. No one use this office so why would I have trash ugly she says. I smile but can't help looking at the top of her breasts which for. " Monica started to argue, but Sean's look convinced her otherwise. Closing her eyes, she pulled her skirt up just enough and slide a middle finger in between her cunt lips. Her eyes opened in surprise, as her pussy literally dripped with her juices. Using all the fingers of that hand, she wiped her slit and pulled the skirt down with the other hand. She brought the wet hand up in front of her face and stared at it in amazement. "Lick it clean, baby," Vicky commanded. Monica's tongue and. Little things, but which in total made the meal memorable. As Sarah left to return to work, she asked the waiter, ‘Who was the man who served us out food? Don’t you normally do that?’ The waiter grinned, ‘Yeah, I do. But for some reason, today the cook wanted to take care of your table himself. Very odd, but who am I to argue, I get to keep the tip.’ Sarah, intrigued, began eating at the little bistro on a regular basis, and when the black-haired cook was working, he always seemed to find an. She told me later they both had a very nice conversation and Brad had invited us to join him for dinner.That evening Ana put on a blouse with no bra and a sexy mini skirt.Her breasts could be easily seen through the lace material. Even though it was warm, I could notice that her dark nipples were erect with excitement.We went to the lobby, to the table where Brad was sitting.He immediately offered us some wine.As we walked up to the buffet, Anita told me in a quiet voice, that if Brad was.