Can you do that? I mean, I thought you owned the place, can you quit?”“I still own the majority of shares, but I quit, walked out today, told them... to find a new MD and walked out.”“Shit a brick. So what are you going to do now?”“I’m going to take your advice, do what makes me happy.”“Great. Well good for you. Time you started caring for yourself and being a bit selfish. A girl can’t spend her entire life living alone with cats.”“I just wanted to let you know that you helped, you know, that you. . especially if the night included a short trip to the beach, as many did.So yeah, enough about clothes. The gang was coming over about an hour early to help set up.And it was two hours until they would be coming.Brooke and I had just returned from the grocery store, having bought everything possibly necessary for a Fourth of July bash. Chips, pretzels (yes, pretzels), sodas, and even a few drinks. My parents still knew that Rachel and I didn't drink, but that we needed it for everyone else who. The smell of my pussy juice is heavy in the room. I can hardly wait.My nipples are hard, I gently pull at them, and then circle them lightly with my nails. I reach for my lube and the anal prober. It has a beaded shape with a very wide bead at the end, designed to keep up my tight ass. I normally like to play a while with my asshole before entering it, but I am anxious to orgasm, so I lube it up good and shove it into my hole. I suck in my breath as the prober burns my poor little hole, but it. How she would suck my cock deep in her mouth and stroke the shaft begging me to cum. She had exceptional technique's learned from her days of being a prostitute and knew just how to make me cum. She loved my cock and would keep me hard after cumming waiting for the fucking I was going to give her. I will never forget the sight of her laying with her legs spread waiting for me to put it in her. How she would rub her hands through her grey pubic hair before sliding her long fingers in side her.