Hopefully your parents will be okay with it. “Ooh, ooh,” Toni cooed. It was Happy Hour.The server brought them two vodka martinis. Cody sifted his fingers through her jet black hair and sighed loudly with gratification while she kneaded his nuts and sucked him in a syncopated groove that stroke-by-stroke was bringing his semen to a boil. Then he held her close, and she held him, their sticky skin adhered, in contented silence. “You knew that already,” he replied, and mashed his mouth against hers. Everybody will know. They sipped their new drinks. He knew she’d had it much worse than he. Thanks for getting back to me. I just got a new listing. Except once. Cody’s midsection squirmed with expectation. Again, going from home to home, it was difficult to take his eyes off of her. And it was magic. It was the ideal scenario. He could faintly see the indent of the crack of her ass on the back of her pants. Toni went on to tell Cody about the angst and anger in her family.
