“Holy shit. How did he find it?” “That’s the thing. He was snooping on my phone. I thought I’d hidden it. I almost deleted it so many times but I didn’t.” “And he has no idea who it was?” “None. And it drives him crazy. But it would serve no purpose for him to know. It wouldn’t change anything, because I did it and we’re through, but it could upset a few other people.” They talked and talked and they drifted into that comfort zone they’d shared before. They talked about their flirting, their first encounters in his mom’s house, her black nails, the kitchen window blinds, the lipstick, the jingle jangles, the bangle he gave her and the chain she gave him. “It’s still around my neck,” he told her. In what seemed no time at all Zach realized they’d been talking for two hours. “Well, Barb, I should tell you the purpose of my call,” he said. I need a haircut.” Barb laughed. “Oh, yeah? Up top or down below?” “Up top needs a trim. Downstairs needs a shave.” “Okay,” she said. “Are you coming to town anytime soon?” “Uh, not really. But I was thinking maybe we could meet somewhere in the middle. For a weekend.” Zach’s voice cracked slightly when he said it. He felt goose indian flesh on his forearms and a tingle in his loins. Was he going too far too soon? There was a pause as he waited. “A weekend, huh?” she said. “That might not be a bad idea. Get away from here. I could use a break.” They picked the weekend two weeks hence. It would give Barb time to change her schedule around and get Saturday off. But so was having those cocks for myself. Coiled. We French kissed for a long while. “How can I help you?” the polite woman, a blonde in her forties, asked. And then she kissed me passionately. "In the elevator up to my boss' office, two of the buttons popped off my shirt. *************Michael********* He told me that this is going to be a big hit on the website. She groaned, rubbing her eyes. After getting her shirt off she stood up, Julie and I each took a side of her waistband and finished the job together. She was still in shock and slowly closed her bathrobe. After over 15 minutes, I told her, “Turn on your back bitch.” The transformation didn’t occur until around five and a half miles. I pushed into Nicole until it hurt. “You need to leave Arbortus,” Flora said slowly, indian as though speaking to a child, “you need to leave now. Vicky expertly snipped off the woman's adult diaper that had been used to secure any leaking substances, and turned her head upon seeing a dried, dark substance within before tossing it in a biohazard bin. Adria instructed with her face inches from my pussy. I flipped another switch and a bright fluorescent light came on.