By the way, doesn’t your girlfriend come to see you?”
Jack frowned as he recalled the last time his girlfriend visited and confessed, “Oh yeah, she comes over to have supper with me every night. Next, Deana drew some water and set the basin on the table next to the towels, soap, and two washcloths. Blowjob sex She was about to go empty the wash basin when Jack touched her arm. She loved the way his big cock felt in her hands. If that happens, there is a chance I will get caught, and then I will be fired.”
Jack withdrew his hand, frowned and muttered, “Spoilsport.”
She resumed stroking his cock, rolling the foreskin up and down. Deana couldn’t help getting aroused then, or now. His name was Jack Powell, a tall muscular man; age sixty-five, with a prominent chin, long broad nose, blue eyes, and black hair speckled with gray.
