“Yes, sir. With me is Daniel. He’s been with the company about 6 months. Works hard. Friendly. Never missed a day of work yet. The other guy…. the slacker…just joking sir…um, David. He is fuck James. Long time employee. He worked for another company, the one your wife used to work for: Happee Happy indian Limo. Worked there about a week before he got let go by some Polish woman. James has been with us for more than 3 years. Hard working. Army brat, did 6 years in the Navy, served on the Dwight D. Eisenhower. Not sure you wife will approve as she is a Marine.” I laughed out loud. This guy is a hoot. I explained that we are first going to the Staples center. I gave James and Daniel addresses of where they were homemade to pick up their people. I changed my mind about whom was going ass to drive what group. I decided that the car of the ‘kids’ would be James. The wife car with Emilio, Dakota, Paula, and Captain Anderson would be Daniel. I still wanted Fred to drive our car. My only wildcard was the brother that was added. He would be at Diane’s house, but I wanted him to ride with us and Dr. Ronda, Roger Johnson, and of course the beautiful Donna. I texted Diane: Hey Diane, its David. I’m sending two cars to your home. Then her orgasm had passed, and she took a deep breath letting her fingers fall from her cunt, leaving a moist spot on the bed below her. A tail lashed out from behind it and fuck struck her in the stomach, sending her sprawling across the ass floor of the cell. Shit! I say, "I guess Kate's not home... Then they all exchanged contact wife information and promised to stay in touch. They got a bit of mom in them, after all.” “Ok, you’ve done enough. “Oh no. Then homemade the twins come out from opposite ends of the stage. I covered her with her dress, squeezing hands, and wanted my turn but Little Kevin was one limp exhausted thing, lying limp on Kevin’s belly. “And they use the gents changing room as well.” I said, “And they don’t wear any clothes in the leisure centre as well. Shortly after, while getting ready, I stepped out of my walk-in closet. Jennifer looked up at her for a moment, puzzled, then her eyes opened wide, and she broke into a smile. I’m not going to fix my eyeliner, fuck it, not like it really matters. The taste of the whiskey was in her throat, but that wasn't why she felt so heated up. Crows feet. Desire. ‘It’s possible, but I’m risking my job. She agreed. Carol never had a chance to answer, she was so immersed in the new found pleasure, all she could do was ask for more. This isn’t the first time he’s straight-up manipulated a girl.” Vanessa smiled through her pleasure as Frank's face began to tense up, a frown creased his brow, and a thunderstorm brewed in his loins. "The more we have sex the longer we will last and the better it will be" she told her brother sympathetically but her sexual thirst was still unquenched, and her pussy begged for more attention. “Sure,” she said, and motioned me back out into the hall, “It’s the first indian door.” It had pre-cum all over it.