“Frank, I’d like to introduce my husband, Matt Cahill, the Chief of Police, and this is his friend and Lieutenant Daryl Evans. Finally, this is my best friend Jasmine Stone. She’s the dogging chief librarian at our library. Have my parents arrived yet?” “Yes, Miss Lucille—they are in the gold room. Allow me to show you the way.” He took a few menus from the podium and led us down a wide corridor to a small room separated from the main dining room by a wall of leaded glass blocks with just a single table for eight. Jonathan rose to hug all cum of us which, I assumed, told the snobby Maitre d’ how things were with sperm us. His attitude changed immediately. I thanked Jonathan once he was gone. “He’s not a bad sort, but every now and then he forgets we’re in western Tennessee and not in Paris.” “I’ve been to Paris,” I told everyone. “Paris, Texas; it’s a nice place.” Lucy scoffed and swatted my arm as Jonathan and Marylou laughed. “Let’s be seated and have a drink or three before dinner. Marylou and I know the menu by heart, but I think the rest of you will probably need a look.” Jonathan and Marylou returned to their seats and we also sat. The extra two place settings and chairs were removed immediately and we shifted the settings and chairs to have more room. I was next to Marylou and my wife who had Jasmine to her right and then Daryl. Our waiter came and took drink orders. I’m not much of a drinker—guns and alcohol usually cause trouble and I was almost always armed—but this was a celebration so I thought I could handle one drink with dinner. I ordered a margarita on the rocks then turned my attention to the sizable menu. I couldn’t believe all the courses listed in the menu—starters, soup, salad, pasta, entrees, desserts, and after-dinner cordials. Furthermore, the menu was written in English and French. There was no way I was eating all doggy style these courses so I just picked out the few I thought I’d like. I turned to Lucy after a few minutes to ask what she was going to eat. “I’m going to start with the snails.” Then she changed her mind when she saw the expression on my face. “Actually, the shrimp cocktail here cumshot is really great. Why don’t you have one, too?” I smiled my approval and asked her about the French onion soup. “It’s my favorite, by far.” She chose the rack of lamb, but I ordered the king sized prime rib and Daryl and Jonathan joined me. I was really glad I wasn’t paying the tab for this meal. I thought it would come to well more than a hundred per person plus tip before we were done. We had a lively time and a great dinner, but I’d found that every meal at our house had been great, too. I guessed that was a big benefit to being rich, or, at least, having a rich wife. One of the benefits of prime rib is that there’s always fat to take home for the dog. Marylou had a tuna steak that she couldn’t finish cum in her mouth and didn’t want to take home so I added that to Max’s dinner treat. I’d often thought that dogs will eat anything, but that’s not true. I’d given Max some stew I’d ordered at a diner in Carolina Beach and when he was done all of the peas were sitting unmolested in the bottom of his bowl. We said good-bye to my in-laws at the restaurant with sincere thanks, but Jonathan actually thanked Daryl and me. “Thanks for ridding the area of drugs,” he told us. "Perfect," James thought, staring at the woman's backside. I’ve always seen and heard about it growing up, as it’s one of the most famous landmarks in London. I'd have to wait until he was out of edits. My lips press into her cream covered muff. Ashleys on sperm a whole other cum level now, shes moaning louder now and squirming on the bed, taking short glances down to watch her mother finger her while I thrust in doggy style and out. cum in her mouth My body betrayed me again. "Who is this? No problem! I just hoped I was giving her the ride of her life. So what’s up with Rob? I kept begging him for his cock, saying things like: “Please, honey … let me suck that thing,” and “Oh, baby, I’m begging you for your cock…please don’t make me beg…honey, I’m already on my knees, what more do you want?” “Are you still needing to crash or what,” He asked. This was much better than any car or trip. But the part of her locked away behind instinct and primal need yearned for one appalling thing – more fucking. Still, I felt sick and nearly vomited as I parked my car in an empty parking lot. Little boobies. “Unfair!” she yelled, louder than she meant to. If you want, I'll let you taste my pussy and my orgasm.” She shuffled towards him, leaning over slightly, teasing her straining cleavage. “I think so, yes. “I wouldn’t bring that up, unless you want to join them.” Or just her own body betraying her? I started to envision the cops showing up, getting arrested for breaking and entering, and then having to cumshot explain all this to my dogging girlfriend and parents. BARBARA, come here." And with that he left me with Ryan on the sofa. I didn't take any of the pills yet, I had a plan for them later.