And giving it to her hard, not caring if she had orgasms as long as he did. Of course she had had orgasms with Neal—just no longer. ‘You have no i...dea,’ she said, responding to the young man’s ‘rough Christmas?’ remark. ‘What am I to do now? Who can I contact on the missing luggage?’ ‘I’m here. You can tell me, and I’ll make sure you get it back. What does the bag look like?’ ‘It’s a twenty-inch Samsonite soft-side, in a plum color.’ ‘Plum?’ he asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at the bag. Ugh. Mhmm." As I came, he did enter my pussy with his right pointer finger. My pussy squeezed his finger. He kissed my lips, than moved to my neck. He shoved his fingers in my mouth, allowing me to clean and taste my juices off. Once I cleaned his fingers, he laid beside me, simply holding me. I looked into his eyes, "I love you." I knew this would catch him off guard, it caught me by surprise. It seemed like it took forever before he spoke, "I love you." We just laid there, smiling and holding. ‘Just like we rehearsed.’ She ordered as I came over to hir side. Gigi put hir feet flat on hir lounge chair and raised hir skinny legs. I took hir stick in my mouth and clamped on tight. As soon as Gigi was sure I had a firm grip, s/he began rocking hir legs up and down while hir boner slid up and down in my mouth. ‘Nice face fuck!’ commented Jilly Grrl. The next one in the circle was Billie Jean. Like Jilly s/he was a genuine she male. S/he had an amazing tan and beautiful long black hair.. Since then, the Patio and Spa Shoppe had become my primary money maker.I had twelve employees between the two stores. Four in the Harley store, two sales people, a mechanic and Samantha, a woman I'd gone to High School with ten years ago. She managed the place, acted as a sales woman, mechanic, display arranger, just about everything that was needed. Except the books, that was my balliwick.Here, I had one permanent sales person, Old Tom. At forty-eight, Tom was twenty years my senior and one.