I’m sure that my father has checked up on you and he must approve because you’re still here. “And that brings me to the second topic for discussion. Would you live here if you could get a good job?” “All I know is law enforcement, Lucy. That’s all I ever wanted to do.” “Good, because we’re going to be looking for a new chief of police in two months and none too soon as far as most of us are concerned. Our current chief has let things go for the past five years. He retired, but forgot to stay home. The City Council has agreed that we need someone from outside to shake things up. Think you might be interested?” “I might be, but I’d want to think about it a bit. I’d need a decent salary and I’ll have to find a place to live. Say, if you’re so well off why are you living in a trailer?” “Mobile home, Matt…mobile home--even though there’s not much difference. lesbian The truth is that my house is being painted and I can’t stand the fumes. I must be allergic because I always break out in a rash. The interior is done, but this rain has delayed finishing the outside. Okay, I’ve told you everything that matters about me now. I really am sorry for having deceived you. I promise I’ll never do it again.” She looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes that always drove me crazy with lust. “Promise accepted, but I think we need to go back to the trailer now so we can become better acquainted.” Lucy gave me a sly smile followed by a sweet kiss accompanied by a lot of tongue before settling back into her seat. Ten minutes later I was holding the door to the trailer…er, mobile home for Lucy and Max. Max lay down in front of the couch while Lucy took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I wholeheartedly agreed with her idea of getting better acquainted. She turned down the bed then came to me with a devilish expression on her face. “Want to try my ass, sailor? I’ve never wanted it, but I’ll make an exception for you. What do you say? Hmmm?” “Maybe some other time; I wouldn’t want to hurt you and I’m pretty sure I would. GWAH! I Then, reached down and unbutton my jeans, I could see Kenny's lesbian eyes was glued to the front of my blue jeans. Yet the shiver that ran down her body told me she had not only heard my order but understood it as well. Michaels tongue viscously attacked Ginny’s wet pussy, as Hermione furiously rode him. And this is good because for our special client this is an improvement. Mom wasn’t downstairs. “You could start with the jumper?” She suggested. I tried them on, they were a bit tight but they’d do. "Open another button."
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