.. oooh ...George eyed Bob while cleaning up after his previous clients. She was latefor her "usual" - Elizabeth "Bob" Zbikowski typically visited him... onceevery three weeks or so, six weeks being a long time. He could see the"salt" amongst her still mostly dark brown hair, now grown out almost to afull inch.He had tended to Bob's - his only female client - hair for twenty yearsnow. Ever since she had come the first time, wearing hide-nothing shortsand a T-shirt evidently NOT hiding a bra. I took Kara’s hand in mine, and we started on the way home.“I hear you’re the object of lust of every male Freshman chemistry student at UofC,” I teased.“Where did you hear THAT?”“From Crystal, on Tuesday,” I chuckled. “I had thought about not mentioning it, but I find it amusing.”“You’ve seen how I dress for teaching!”“Kara, you could wear a burlap sack and eighteen-year-old boys would drool over you! Probably some girls, too!”“But I’m married and have kids!” she protested.“So, you’re Mrs.. I was already completely tired of everything. The room smelled on sex.Natasha, look how your friend looks. She's a real fucker. Look at that slut look with cum on her face.I told you nicely, Lilly loves dicks and is just made for fucking.Then it won't be a problem that Djordje fuck herShe won't want her, she'll love to fuck her.I know, Master, she can handle it, Natasha said, I want to watch when his dick penetrate her.Of course, Natasa - said, we will let you watch."I registered the words but. And the Sarge had a magnificent sack. I envied his sack most of all. It was something special.He hooked Girl’s left leg, folded it across, and went for it.“NO!” Her.“Bullshit!” Him.Me? Got off my ass and stood stock straight as a sort of citation to this ritual act of intercourse. The energy in that room was incredible.“Give it to me then, Tommy! You hit me, now fill me!”That did it. He locked up and loaded Katie-Girl. His sack pulsing like an airbag that an anesthesiologist employs. Do you.