The bikershad pulled up outside Sloppy Joes. Flex crossed thestreet and headed towards the bikers.“Does he know them?” asked Candace.Grant...and John laughed. John added, “Nope, he’s going totry to score some pot.”“So just cause their black, Flex thinks he can buy somemarijuana from them?” asked Grant. “He’s such a racist.”He got chuckles from his friends.“John, Jack’s not going to calm down with all thisnoise,” said. She pretended that she was directing that sex scene and shouted out directions like deeper, harder, and faster as she wanted it. She may have faked some but I counted eight Earth-shattering World-rocking orgasms that started in her toes and worked their way up to her throat.Yvonne kept us entertained by periodically calling her asshole the fudge tunnel, her poop chute, and even her butt pussy, which made us all smile. She referred to her pussy as Cupid’s Alley, Venus’s honey pot, her fuzzy cup,. Roth leaned forward onto his desk and looked back at me. I could see that he wanted to ask something, and I could guess what it was.“So Barnim, from all of our meetings you seem to be a levelheaded young man. That doesn’t match the things that you’re saying today.”“Mr. Roth, I’m generally one of the nicest people you’ll meet, however, when provoked or screwed over, I’m not really someone you want to deal with. Now I was raised Catholic, though I’m not personally an overly religious person. That. .. si." she said with a smile. With her second glass she turned around and nearly bumped into a tall, good looking man who was standing close behind her. "Oh... Sorry... I mean... um" Don't worry about it I came over to meet you anyway." At the sound of his voice speaking English relief swept through like a wave. Then the full meaning of his words sank in."What do you mean, you came over to meet me?" Well I couldn't help noticing you walking along the beach and I thought to myself, that.
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