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"Charlie's been county assessor just short of forever. He's hardcore except he loves his booze. Says it helps him forget," she said with a grin. "Crap! At these prices, what the heck is he trying to forget?" I lifted an amber colored bottle of Highland Park 25-Year-old whiskey and examined the sales slip. "Eight-hundred-sixty-three dollars? You gotta be kidding." I let out a whistle. "Amnesia is expensive. We're interracial trying to get him to un-remember Liberty Mountain. We're not worried about the taxes, we don't want our geothermal capacity and server farm to be part of the official record. No point in leaving a paper trail for others to follow," Sheila said as she attached a thank you note and a bouquet of forget-me-nots black to the case of bourbon and Scotch. Like a good gopher, I hauled the case of ninety-proof Memory-Be-Gone into the assessor's office and stood slightly behind Sheila as we waited for a hefty blonde Hispanic woman of enormous proportions to finish her phone call. I was tempted to hum, "I'll never be your beast of burden" but decided discretion was the better part of valor and kept my musical musings to myself. Ever since getting stopped by the cops, Sheila had become reserved and pensive as if she were pissed at herself, or the world. The talkative doggystyle woman behind the desk was all bosom and thighs. Her chest oozed out of her too-tight halter top like twin muffins in adjoining cupcake tins: plump, brown, and beautiful in a super-sized pussy way. As far as eye-candy went, it bit too much sugar for my voyeuristic tastes. "Yes, thanks. I'll give him your message," the receptionist returned her phone to its cradle and with a smile turned the Sheila. "Can I help you?" "Please, can you tell Charlie that Sheila Carson is here with a gift?" she said as she pointed toward the cardboard box liquors in my hands. Her smile froze in place and faded into a frown. "Dios mío, you haven't been informed? Charlie Masterson passed away suddenly last week. His funeral was yesterday." The receptionist dabbed at a tear as she spoke into the intercom. "Mr. Fitzwater. There's a Sheila Carson here for Charlie, should I send her in?" "Carson? As in Sheila Carson of Liberty Mountain?" My boss and I exchanged puzzled glances as the intercom crackled into silence. Again, I spend most of pussy the day in my room. "Baby, what's up?" she said. “What is your interracial name” he asked, quietly, and she looked around at him confused and frightened. I quivered, so eager for it. I kiss her. “After the fact May found me and told me what happened, then Phil told me his side. I’m using you guys to make him jealous.” "Ah fuck! Then my pussy bulged, clenching down tight. Today, however, the fantasy that put her over the edge was the thought that, each day, her boss seemed to knock back the ceramic cum-caked container with more and more verve than the day before. One that just involved him and Rachel! She didn’t think it was a dream. The door closed and Lucy tried to call out to Samantha, but the only thing that left her mouth was a small sputtering of saliva as the tentacle continued to deepthroat her. He was so excited and hard that he started driving hard, deep black and fast. “Something wrong?” asked Carter, pouring himself another drink. “Just like when you’re jumping up and down, you’ll find that the suit stretches well to support you even when you’re bending down, go ahead and try it.” Suppose he decided to give himself up? However, nothing would escape very far as long as big brother could help it. I had to feel them. I spotted the futas lining up, recognizing more than a few. “That is a long story, and this really isn't the place to tell it. I doggystyle loved it. I was just thinking about you. The master of the house could blonde certainly do as he wished with his whore wife.” Her smile turns into a grin. Her hips pushed into his hard rod.