He knew that this meant she was also wearing the blue "toy" skirt (her words), a long, azure number that came down to her calves, but with a long slit down one side that revealed a hint of shapely, tanned thighs, and the tantalizing hint of what he thought was a Dragon tattoo, winding it's way up her thigh toward her stomach. "Oh, thanks for getting me that file, Jordan. I'm snowed up to my tits over here!" she sang in Tranny the exaggeratedly casual sounding "kiwi" drawl. The sense of palpable appreciation radiating from Jordan's face was clearly not lost on her, as she smiled a conspiratorial smile and winked as her face disappeared back down behind her computer screen, her shoulder-length golden-brown locks swaying behind her. He heard a voice compilation like the sound of hard leather hitting a loosely gravelly pavement behind him. "Morning Jordan. Is that krampkeper file ready for review yet?" Jordan rolled his eyes. "Yes, Graham, it's drafted and ready for proofing, but you said you wanted it peer reviewed first, remember?" The fossil of a team manager grunted, the frown lines on his forehead reluctantly receding, allowing the bushy white eyebrows time to return to their rightful position. No reaction to Jordan's lateness meant that the ploy worked. He rejoiced inside. He'd have to buy Kayla a coffee later. The clatter of typing and mouseclicks was soon shattered by the hustle of the one person he knew he could rely on to be later than him - Lorelai. Jordan's eyes flicked to his screen. 8:22. Wow. Not quite the lorelai record, but a pretty good effort. Soft blue eyes agape like they had just seen the end of days, and that end was now, because of the sheer inconvenience caused to her team by her tardiness, a frantic, gorgeous creature filled Jordan's vision for a moment. A thin grey blouse cut low enough to tiptoe the line between barely appropriate and anal lascivious, showing off the most perfect DD breasts Jordan had seen, combined blowjob with a freshly pressed pair of blue jeans that hugged her buxom waist and half-moon shaped booty. Strawberry blonde hair untied, full lips coated with perfectly applied poison purple lipstick, Lorelai swept past Jordan to swoop onto the interracial seat next to him. "I'm so bus I'm late the sorry was delayed!" she cried, not noticing the word salad as multiple sentences came out where there could be only one. Panicked eyes cutting back and forth between him, Kayla and quite clearly avoiding papa gram (the nickname that Kayla had worked oh so hard to make stick to Graham that one day, thus cementing The Law Of Kayla in the office), Lorelai was so fucking cute. I retrieved the phone from my hiding spot in the closet. Gracefully they ran in from of her, prostrating their bodies in the compilation blood before the queen. If he was a farmer he would be clenching a straw hat in his hands. She groaned and moaned. I whined, prior to glancing at the door. Three times while I was fucking her, people bumped into us. Harold looks down at the toned stomach of the teenage girl he's fucking, thinking about what the announcer had said about all these women being fertile. Sanchez came back with a long, thin length of stiff leather, anal its tip barbed with a ridged piece of blunt metal. Might we need some neighborhood substations? I thought she might of just been a bit reserved because I was there. Had this been it all along? It's not that she wasn't attractive. He pushed his finger deeper, feeling the silken walls of her fuck-hole with his fingertip as he nipped at her clit, tugging and sucking on it interracial gently between his teeth. She has curves in all the right places, is slim and has nice budding pert little breasts with cute little nipples. “Shit happens, right?” The thong, the wig and the stockings were left alone for years after that. But he would't out of fear of Rotty. "Girls, I predict a lot of shoveling in our immediate blowjob future." It's getting wet for us. Zach asked his baby sister cautiously. "Sweet Wormengarde is not a monster." “In Brazil it’s fourteen. He sat next to her and playfully fed her bite after bite of the Sheppard’s Pie. “I know you,” she says, confirming my celebrity status, “You’re Colonel Melena Tranny de Santo.” I am surprised to hear anger towards me in her voice. “Eldon…” Dimitri said, as though tasting the word.