I momentarily forgot about my need to drain the lizzard. “OK, what’s going on? How can she toss you out?” “Because she owns the fucking lease,... that’s how! And she’s decided to move her goddam boyfriend in and me out.” “Then just move somewhere else.” “You don’t understand. I can’t fucking afford to move anywhere else. I’ve been living in this pigsty because she only charged me $300 a month. Any place else I’ve found is at least $700. And for that you get something even worse than I have now.” I. I thought about the cream and butter he’d brought me and I got that feeling I get.“I have to say, I’m really happy with your quality.”Did he know I wasn’t talking about the dairy? That little smirk remained on his wide lips. He had a wolfish look about him. He had freckles. His blue eyes matched his milk man uniform.I opened the paper bag, slipped out the block of butter wrapped in waxed paper, leaned forward, and put my elbows on the tabletop. My breasts hung against my dress. They’re not. "Come and sit on my lap, then" Jon said and Kyra gasped in disbelief. Jon pulled a serious face and added in his best teacher's tone. "I thought you wanted your father to remain ignorant about this."Kyra nodded and with a low sigh, she sat on her lap. As she did, her heart skipped a beat. Her skirt had ridden up a bit and the skin of her legs brushed against the fabric of his slacks, sending shivers down her spine, but she kept her eyes low and her hands on her lap as his hand smoothed up and. " Amanda moaned as she ran her soapy hand over her pussy.She was really sore. Not only had her husband fucked her very hard, but she was even starting to remember Chris plunging his fingers into her at the club. As the details became less and less foggy Amanda started to realize that she was getting turned on. The naughtiness of what she'd done added a bit of a thrill that she was starting to like. She'd let a guy young enough to be her son finger her in a crowed nightclub. As she remembered.