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"It'll only be the four of us and you don't even have to cook the steaks and i'm buying all prepared side dishes. You don't even have to clean up! We'll do it at my place. Please Missy, it's important." She considered things for a moment while Bob remained silent on the phone. All she had to do was hepl him entertain one of his suppliers. She knew all of his suppliers because she was his book kepper and paid his bills and it was no trick for her to relize this was his most important one. "Okay i guess i can help you out," Missy relented. "Thanks! baby, your a doll," Bob said and hung up the phone. Ryana, everybody called her Brittney, was a June-July match for tom. He was in his early fifties and she was his fourth wife. Tom was a successful business owner of a number of large home and repair stores in the region. They had been married for five years and she was only twenty seven. Ryana stood five footfour inches and weighed 115 Lbs. Most of her weight was in her breasts. They were huge. Otherwise she w unremarkable to behold. Simple short jet black hair, narrow hips that would in all liklihood never bear a . Sex for her would always be for rereation. She was dressed expensively and wore jewles and precious metals everywhere. Her fingers and ears had bling to spare. She wore open-toe sandals with a four inch heel showing rings on two toes. Her white shorts and lightblue tank top were simple looking but designer labled. She was way overdressed for a simple barbeque but, of course, nobody was going to tell her that. Her husband Tom gushed over her. He laughed at her stupid jokes and bubbled over everything she did. He was all smiles and money for her. It was odd looking for this lage man over six feet tall doting over this tiny woman but he did. Bob depended on Tom's copmpany for most of his bulding materials. Bob felt flattered that his ivitation to dinner was accepted by Rayna and Tom. They arrived on time right at five thirty. Missy had arrived only fifteen minutes before them. bob complimented her on her outfit. He loved the maroon shorts and the flowered halter top. It tied in the back and behind her neck. When she walked it let her breasts wiggle from side to side. Bob watched her ass as she walked away to get him a drink and her breasts wiggle on her return with it in her hand. "I love to watch you walk," Bob flattered. "Just what am i supposed to do here tonight?" she said. 'You're part of the entertainment tonight. Just be oyurself. Chat with Rayna, so get in there and be charming," he instructed. "Oh, and call her Britt." "Okay but this is going to cost you," She warned. She was referring to their contract. Tonight of course was another occasion to pay back part of her debt. She went over to the table with their gusts. Britt went on and on about her shopping trips in New York and Chicago and the time they went on a cruse to the Fiji Islands. Fro Missy as a book kepper it was a dizzying mental excursion of recipts and what she considered overchanges. Her mind reeled with the excess this spoiled brat wife kept recounting. To Missy Britt represented the worst traits a woman can have but hidden in her feelings wasa little bit of respect for the bitch. The lady gets what she wants. "Steaks arte ready!" Bob hollered. Britt chose a small done steak and placed a small scoop of potato salad and coleslaw on her plate. She loaded up on the three bean and green salad. Tom piledtwo medium rare steaks onto his plate along with three large scoops of potato salad. Bob and Missy ate conservatively in front of their important company. They didn't appear to go overboard or eat less than was expected. They were on their best behavior. Tom had junping for him. First the sreaks needed a little warming. As Bob cooked them again he mentally grumbled to himself that this guy should just take the well done steaks on the plate in front of him. Next he needed more scoth. then there were those sauce combinations that Bob had to scramble for to please him. Bob kept his smile in high gear. He kept those encouraging cliche's coming. Basically he kissed Tom's ass. Missy refreshed everyone's drinks again. Between just the two guests ol'Tom was getting into the second bottle of scotch and il'Britt was more than halfway down the bottle of gin and into the second bottle of vermouth by the time they finished eating. They moved over to the lounge chairs to "digest"s Tom called it. Britt and he went on and on about their travels and condos and his employee problems. Bob and Missy just nodded their heads and agreed. There was the occasional "Oh My!" and once in a while an"I know what you mean." But for them no learning took place and they certainly shared no opinions. "I'm ready for a swim," Tomaid. "Oh Honey, i didn't bring my suit," Britt objected feebly and batted her lilol eyelashes unconvincingly. "Nonsense!" Tom shouted. "Bobby boy dosen't mind a little good-natured skinny dipping in his pool now dose he?" Tom looked at bob who could only agree and before anyone blinked Tom bounced his large frame over behind Missy and began to untie her halter top. 'you can unwrap that one bob," Tom said and sinaled with a glance that he ment his wife. Bob walked toward Britt who extended her hand. He helped her to her feet. Bob knelt down ceremoniously and with great flattery, and removed her beauriful shoes from her feet. 'and you have such nice shapely legs," He said. He stood up again and relized how small she really was. She turned around to let him take off her top and raised it over her head. She helped it along, protecting her hair. He faced her naked back. She wrapped her arms across her chest covering her nipples and turned back around. Bob noyiced her skinny arms didn't hide much. Her<b> huge breasts </font></b>were no match for them. He took that moment to remove his shirt and shoes. Bob thought to himself that if she says something like 'taDa" when she raises her arms he was going to puke. She raised her arms, revealing her nipples and opened her mouth and eyes vewry wide. "TA TA'S" she yelled. Okay, bob thought he wouldn't puke but instead he laughed at her stupid joke. "I hope you aren't full from dinner,"Britt said suggesting his mouth would be welcome on her breasts. Bob took one nipple into his mouth and sucked it in lightly. He tested by looking in her eyes as he sucked and bit lightly how much pressure she could take. He was surprised that she could take almost a full bite before crying uncle in her fashion. "Now Bobby," she said 'Let's not be too rough yet. There's plenty of time for that later." He let go of her breast and moved over to the other one. This time she held it up for him and suckled all around her breast and left her nipple for the end. She cooed and moaned as he moved around it. "I think you like mommy's breasts," Britt said. Bob hated being called Bobby and liked even less that she was calling her self mommy when she was younger than him. He played along and let her make herself the center of his attention. He wasn't aroused but expected to be at some point tonight and wanted very much to bury his dick into her tender parts and let her have it. He would be patient for a while. He kept sucking on her breasts. In the meantime he wondered what became of the other couple. Will continue later   THE CUN-JUICE-CRAVER |
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Not a crime at all. I just have other things to do. I just don't have the time. I work and am applying for college. I have more important things going on in my life. Enjoy what you do. I was just commenting on wallac252 comment.   My idea of "help from above" is a sniper on the roof!!!
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Yes i have a few fans that love it quite a bit it's whai love to do. If you can't do it then write it down it's not a crime is it? THE CUN-JUICE-CRAVER
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I won't and didn't. My idea of "help from above" is a sniper on the roof!!!
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10/26/2011 1:28 pm |
Will anyone every read all of this lol
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