“Jen’s grip on my hand tightened as we faced the pretty cheerleader.“Can Morgan sit at our lunch table again?”The question was clearly more di...rected at me than Jen. Still I gave my girlfriend a confused look before turning back to Lexie.“I never said she couldn’t.”Lexie was in a state I’d probably never seen before. She was contrite.“Well, she won’t come back unless you want her to.”I gave Jen another glance. The ghost of a smile crossed her lips.“I would be lying if I said I wanted her at the. Likesalty, salty lemonade and with a little bit of really bad breath. ?Drinkup every drop, you little pussy?, mistress said. ???? After I was finally done, which felt likeforever, I felt like throwing up and I think that master could see that. ?Oh noyou won?t, here this will help you digest a little better. We ate a big dinner,so our spit might help?, he answered. Mistress forced me to open my mouthagain. And Master let out about 10 gigantic spits into my mouth which I had toswallow. If I. It was Trine?s dad who had just walked in from theliving room. He had overheard the girls? conversation and was wearing a bigsmile too.?Hello dear! Didyou know about this? Did Michael talk to you?? asked Mrs. Bremmer who knew thiswas just the sort of thing Jo?s husband could have planned without talking toJo about it. ?Well, let?s justsay Michael and I have touched on the concept a few times in the past!? grinnedMr Bremmer and walked over to kiss his wife ?Anyway, I promised him we wouldn?tbe. Дрожащими от нетерпения непослушыми пальцами ты хватаешь пуговицы моих джинсов инервно их расстёгиваешь, стараясь поскорей добраться к своей цели.Ты не смотришь мне в глаза, избегая моего взгляда, как укора. Сейчас ты своею рукоюзалезла мне в трусы и достала оттуда вздувшийся от напряжения тёмный,напитанный щедрой кровью, член. Нежно и осторожно проводишь по нему пальчиками,обнажаешь головку и ласкаешь язычком маленькую дырочку из которой по капле вытекаетгустая солоноватая жидкость. А потом,.