I couldn't seem to make my mind concentrate on anything else, even my favorite football team when their game came on the TV. By Sunday night, I realiz...ed that I had really squandered the entire weekend thinking about her.I was disappointed Monday morning when I realized that she was not at the station for the same train as mine. I worked my way through a daze, barely able to concentrate on my work. I had to struggle to finish my last transaction of the day and hurry to catch the 6:15. I made it. " I'm taking a survey for the school. Is your boyfriend... is everyone who resides here well enough to attend class tomorrow?" Let me check. Please come inside, Ralph," Shirley said before coming to the bedroom door. "Sweetheart, are you going to be able to attend class tomorrow?"She reached for my hand and urged me to go with her. Ralph was standing in the front room and when we got near him Shirley introduced us. "Ralph, this is Sammy Oldham, my boyfriend. He may look green around the gills,. "Kiss it, then lick it," she ordered. Rick looked at Rhona, desperatelyhopping she would stop this, but she frowned and said, "Get on with it,we haven't got all night."He turned back to the cock and kissed the tip. He recoiled at the tasteof the cold hard rubber. "Lick it," she growled at him. Reluctantly, hestuck his tongue out again and licked up and down the length of thedildo."Now suck it, you slut."Rick opened his mouth as wide as he could but the head was so big hecould only get his lips. Anna looked up at Becca. There was no question Becca was the definition of a trophy wife. Blonde hair elegantly maintained with curls that started at her shoulders. For an ordinary Friday morning and no plans for leaving the house at all, Becca was dressed well. A black skirt, knee length with a red belt that highlighted her narrow waist. A white blouse that clung tightly around her slim body, the top two buttons undone, showing a portion of her C-Cup breasts. The blouse was tight enough to.