He comes back and puts in enough to bring up two players for cricket. I look at the board, it is littered with broken dart tips throughout. Clearly, no one ever takes a pair of needle-nosed plyers to remove all the broken tips. This could be something that our boy Morty could be doing rather than eating French fries at the desk and flirting with the gal in the snack bar. However, Dakota saw that they had French fries, the crinkle cut type, her favorite. She placed 4 French fry orders. When they were ready, she brought one order over to John and I and took the rest over to the ladies. In my head, it was good to see Dakota smiling babe and eating, albeit fries and not veggies or fruit but still, she was eating. I also notice that she had a bottle of water, not coke or diet coke. Although she never asked, she slathered our fries with ketchup. I thought about how she took care of me when Jill was in the hospital. I remember her stuffing my face with fries covered with ketchup. I chuckled to myself remembering the old ladies that were ‘horrified' about Dakota and I playing around. John and I began throwing darts, this was not a skill he was good at, fucking yes, throwing darts, not so much. “John, I sense you wanted to talk to me about something away from everyone,” I say to him. “Yeah, well actually two things,” he replies. “Shoot,” “OK, first can we talk about that deal again? I’m still not sure how you knew they would take your counteroffer,” he says. “It has to do more with NOT taking their offer. If I took their initial offer, then they would have a position of leverage over us. They could find a way somewhere down the road to change the deal on us. Heck, even now we don’t have anything signed and until all the lawyers have all the paperwork signed by both parties, they still could potentially come back to us with another cute counteroffer, but they won’t. They had a top price in mind, just as we had a bottom price in mind. They didn’t pay their top price, we didn’t have to accept our bottom price. We left some money on the table, that’s for sure, but not too much. They walk away being happy that we accepted a lower amount than what they were willing to pay. We’re happy because we got substantially more than we anticipated. That’s the true art of negotiation,” I explain to John. He throws his three darts, hitting nothing of any value. I throw my three only hitting a single 19. “I sense there is something else on your mind,” I say to John. “Well, I find myself having these feelings when other guys try to get with Diane. I mean, with you I know its just a physical act and it’s fine with me if you and japanese she get intimate. Without a word I begin to suck and lick the hard little button. To experience this whimpering, quivering young woman to the fullest. I had been caught dead to rights in the act of gawking. I had to be spanked by my husband. You'll swallow whatever fluids come your way!" Lucy wrapped her legs around cute babe Jim's waist, and rhythmically matched his thrusts. She walked back to the tree and whispered through the tree-shaped lump of plastic and metal; Steve: Would you be okay with some company? The door bell rang and Chrystal got up to answer it. I told her about the base and the town and small details about deployment. Yeah, we giggled, loud japanese and unashamed. And I was so fucking excited. I wiped the lube off my hands, and pulled her up. “Tim…” I call him. I danced around it. “In here? She could feel her anger rising, she took a deep breath to push it back for use later. What disgusted before me now aroused me beyond description. Kira and your guide will help with that I'm sure. I want you to cum.