“Aja, I’m surprised you’d even be here on Father’s Day. “Well what is it about?”
Mr. Sex vedio Mr. Bell sighed, “I have no kids, no wife, or a dad to celebrate with.”
I shuffled uncomfortably; Mr. Bell’s words made my knees slightly weak. It must be awful lonely. My pussy was getting wetter and I wanted to cum so bad it hurt, but the fear of punishment kept me in check. Bell, but I think I’m missing the point.”
Mr. Bell. He ran his hand up my stomach and groped one of my C cup breasts. Mr. Bell dropped his pants and boxers down to his ankles. You were fresh out of college, looking for work. He looked like he was in his mid-thirties and didn’t have a speck of gray hair. I got up and walked to the office, still thinking of what a disappointment this day was. Bell dropped his pants and boxers down to his ankles. In this moment, he was fulfilling every fantasy and need I ever dreamed. My lungs began to burn and black was edging my vision. He kissed me with expertise, knowing exactly how to elicit a moan from me. The 2nd time I believe. A quiet, sad empty house. He always wore a suit, I don’t think I ever seen him in anything else. He didn’t even look up at me. Mr. He kissed me with expertise, knowing exactly
