I guess I have a bit of explaining to do and have that list of questions to answer.' Julie typed. "Where and when?' Sarah typed and back came the reply. 'Same place, good ole Gus is still there and as you are on you lunch break at 12 o'clock shall we say as soon after that as your little legs will carry you.' 'Today?' typed Sarah as she glanced at the clock and saw it was quarter to twelve. 'No time like the present,' came back the reply before the chat connection was terminated. Opening her purse Sarah searched for the many times folded piece of paper that she had started three years ago with a list of questions one day she would get the answers to. Every time something had occurred to her over the years, even random things like 'who owned the flat in Covent Garden?' to 'why three passports?, who the hell are you?' with the last question underlined and in heavy capitals, 'pregnant?'.' Sarah added another question in her neat handwriting, 'and how did you know about this list?' before folding it back up and putting it away as her brain whirred at high speed planning what was going to happen next. Walking over to her supervisor's desk she looked at him hoping she had the right degree of pleading without seeming over needy. "Excuse me Mr Delfont, I have just had a call from my sitter and it would seem that my Mitchie is running a bit of a temperature and she would like my opinion. " Sarah mentally chastised herself for her lie but rationalised to herself it was the greater good after all, before she went on. "Would it be possible for me to take a personal day to go and check, I do feel a little guilty." Mitchie was three, nearly four and a healthy and robust child full of happiness when she had left this morning leaving her in the more than capable hands of their nanny. Mr Delfont looked up and considered Sarah's request silently as he stared at her over his glasses, then he spoke, "Don't be silly Mrs Lynch," Sarah felt her heart drop, "it's your lunch break so let's just call it a half day, so I will see you tomorrow and hopefully Mitchie will be back to her bouncing self." "Thank you so much Mr Delfont, you are very kind," and with that skipped off in search of old Pete the pov janitor who she was fairly certain had an item she needed to borrow. Arriving at the basement Sarah glanced at her watch and knew she still had time as technically she still had five minutes before Julie was expecting her to leave. Knocking on Pete's door he smiled at her as she was always one of the nice ones in the office who would always say hello and be polite to him, "Hello Mrs Lynch it's an honour to see you down in the dungeons," as he laughed which developed into a cough. "The thing is Pete, I need an urgent favour, I need to borrow something from you that I can let you have back in the morning." Sarah said in her best coy voice. 'Whatever you require," said Pete and his eyes opened wide with surprise and humour as Sarah leant close to his ear and whispered her request. "Mr Lynch's birthday soon is it?" as he rummaged round in his desk and the handed Sarah two packages that she thrust in to her large handbag before giving him a peck on the cheek. "Thanks Pete will let you have them back to tomorrow, but don't breath a word to anyone," said Sarah as she rushed towards the exit. "Oh you will need the other..." his final words lost as Sarah had already left by the service entrance and was hurrying towards Central Park. Julie sat on the same park bench where she had collapsed three years ago and glanced at her watch. It showed a couple of minutes before midday and Julie breathed deeply to control the butterflies in her tummy as she recalled how she had come to the decision to put herself in this situation. It was six months earlier, in the hilly regions of Japan far above the hustle and bustle of Tokyo, where there nestled a small isolated house and Julie had stood outside nervously wondering if she had made the right decision. It had taken her most of the day to get here and now she was wondering if the owner was in, and if he were in whether he would remember her, or perhaps she should just leave it and try to hitch a lift back to somewhere where she might find a bed for the night. As she was about to turn on her heel a voice from inside spoke, "surely you have been outside for too long to make the decision to simply leave without at least saying hello to your old sensei." With that the door was slid open and a small wizen man with wispy grey hair and eyes that sparkled in his wrinkled face looked at Julie and smiled showing the few teeth that remained in his mouth. "Master Takumi," Julie breathed softly as she bowed deeply to show her respect for the man who had guided her on the path for her lifelong love of martial arts. This was a man who had been a father figure to her after she had left home. After he had left London to return to indian his beloved Japan they had kept in contact by the occasional meetings when he was touring lecturing at various amateur universities around the world and more often by letter as he refused to use modern technology. "Come, come," he said as he shuffled into the room, 'and how is my yugana yanagi?,"using the Japanese words for graceful willow, a name he had bestowed on her when she had wandered into his martial arts school over thirteen years ago. Then looking at her face announced, "we eat, then we talk of your problems, then we sleep, in morning all gone." After the rice and fish meal simply but beautiful prepared they sat facing each other, cross legged sipping tea as Julie explained what had happened from the day she had met Sarah. When she got to the end of her story tears were pouring down her cheeks and Takumi looked at her and said, "Why do you cry?" Julie stared back and mumbled, "because ..." then trailed off. "You cry when you hit foot like clumsy child, you cry when you have made decision for wrong reasons, or even worse made no decision, but tears for making the hard right decision is just soft." Before Julie could respond he went on, "now you come seeking for me to make your next decision so you can blame me close up when you cry rather than making your own for the right reasons." Julie was stunned into silence for a few moments as the words slowly sank in, she knew in heart what she wanted was Sarah when she could, but for no one to get hurt and then answer dawned on her. "What do I say to her tomorrow? Hannah blushed and giggled. I will show you how to kiss.” With a huge sigh of relief, Lisa and I went down to the basement. She knew what this was all about and so after making sure that no one was looking directly at us, even with tinted windows all around, she bent over and pov opened me up for about fifteen minutes of delightful on-the-go-blow for me. I almost never cum from it, but I love the heck out of it anyway. At check out, the woman he has been flirting with playfully for months now said “I didn’t know you were married." accusingly the continued As my lips nuzzled against Ealaín's dick, the two sex slaves fell into a sixty-nine, Zanyia on top. His Mother found him in the morning and called the ambulance. Either way Deputy Oxygen Controller Jannie shouted orders till she was happy how she organized her female friends. Quadruplet Connection: Prologue and Chapter One – Jean Hank knew he was a good kid and that he had just lost control after the girl pushed him too far. The girls each drank from the bottle again, and each girl shivered in turn at close up the burn of the alcohol. "If it does, it does. I saw Kay nod as Jen pulled her in. She said “lick it, eat it good. I smiled at the camera accepting his request and he started working me with the tip of his cock. Oh, god, there's so much!” You've tasted other pussies, tell me, do all pussies taste the same?" Deep down, I guess I fear rejection by a woman more than anything. The hologram disappears. "Remember me?" The sharp tip scored across the carapace and... A week later she came with two other girls, then three. He rolled over and Rekha was on top of him. I have not been able to get a thing done all afternoon. She couldn't know what just happened. The silence was deafening. Our lips are back together as her hands make their way down to my ass, giving each cheek a squeeze before her dick flops indian out of my butthole. “What makes you think I am what you say I am?” I asked, locking into her rhythm and pumping as she pushed our pelvises together. Monday was a normal work day, and the rest of the week virtually flew by for Misty. The dog was unconcerned and with a series of thrusts buried his full 12” of dog cock in Julia’s tiny amateur body and began to fuck with gusto. “You aren't going to do anything,” Rick said. Convulsing now with the waves of pleasure your body shakes uncontrollably as your pussy contracts and grips his thick shaft the contractions causing it to buck and you hear his low moan ‘Oh god the bitch just made me cum!’ feeling his juices fill your swollen pussy sends it into greater spasms and you hear him gasp as you pussy almost milks his cock of its own accord.