The lemonade trap and little conversation

The trap was that when Olivia went to get her phone, he quickly poured the remaining contents of the spoiled mixture into fresh lemonade. However, she did not have time to analyze why one glass was empty and the other full again. When the liquid crawled into her throat, she immediately began to ****, thus coughing. It felt like she had a hoarseness and something was stabbing her throat. The old glass had been lying in the sun for a while and with the fact, if you remember, of course, what disgusting additions it had. Good thing that only a third of it was that, the rest was good. Causing her feet from ordinary rubbing turned into a wonderful footjob. Poor Olivia coughed and tried to gather her thoughts, and the pig bastard only enjoyed how her feet walked along his entire length, squeezing, massaging and masturbating his cock. He could imagine what it would feel like if she really tried, but maybe that was the beauty of it, that she didn't realize it. He knew, however, that he had time and would make her do it consciously. The emission came suddenly and powerfully, once again punishing everything in the inner parts of Olivia's legs, most of it placed on the skin of her firm thunderous thighs. He got out from under the table and as if nothing had happened

– Oh, you've finished eating

How Olivia's esophagus was dying from this slop, she calmly replied

– Yes

There was an awkward silence. Olivia looked at the pig who was only drooling because at the time Otto was only looking directly at her cleavage, drilling that slit with his cloudy eyes

– You know, because you haven't said much about yourself, maybe you could tell me something about yourself

– I'm a little embarrassed, especially in front of such a beautiful woman - of course she liked it

– Maybe we can exchange information. I'll ask a question then you, what do you think?

– Okay, just don't lie

– Of course not - in theory Otto didn't make that promise - so how was your life in the previous city?

– Hard

– Why...

– Now it's my turn - Olivia, slightly intimidated and dissatisfied with the answer, but wanting to know more out of concern, let him ask the question - Do you work out, train or something else?

– Right, my turn - she has to get used to how it works - maybe I used to work out, some jogging, definitely yoga, but not anymore. Since you mention it, maybe I'll come back to it

– I can't wait to watch it

– Why you have hard time back there

– Because of my old school

– What...

– My turn are you heavy sleeper?

This question seems out of place but considering Olivia wanted quickly to get more information, she don't really think much about this question

– I never thought about it but I think I am

– Good, good - he let out a quiet cackle, it sounded like Palpatine

– What made your time at school so hard

– I was bullied - he don't let her time and quickly ask question - How old are you?

– Well, I am 37 - even she know that you shouldn't ask women about her age but she let that slide - ekhem... was it happen often?

– On daily base - she was more and more feel sorry for this lying ugly pig like rascal

– How long have you been sleeping with my dad

– Wait what?

– How long with my dad?

– As a couple 4 years, as a married couple 2

– You didn't take him away from my mom?

– What? It's not like that

– Because I know that there are women who destroy happy relationships because they are greedy witches. You're not one of them, are you?

– Dave, please believe me

– Well, only because we were having a good time and you are pretty - silence so she decided it was her turn

– W-why did they bullied you? - she starts feeling in no place to asking questions

– Because I look the way I do, look at me, I'm ugly

– Don't say that, not at all...

– Pls, don't lie I know how I look and its not even my fault - its completely his fault)

– No, I would never. Believe if I was younger I would definitely be witch such a helpful, charming men...

– Do you work, do you have a profession? - she was put in her place

– I don't, although I always wanted to work in a kindergarten, because I have this gift that when I approach children they calm down and look at me, probably out of respect - she was proud of her "talent", when she should have been proud of her figure

– So you're just a typical ordinary housewife

– That's right - she started to feel a bit ashamed of her "career"

– Were there any other reasons, or effects of the fact that you were ridiculed? - she expanded on this question, because she really wanted to know more, but Otto quickly defeated her

– Why do you keep asking about my sad past - he started sniffling (as if it was something new, he always had snot) and looking sad

– I didn't just want her...

– But rules are rules. Yes, not only because of my illness, but also the incident with my supposed girlfriend, because you see... - he almost **** himself to cry and to redden his face as if he was very embarrassed, Olivia quickly reacted

– That's enough, thank you - in her head, however - "The accident and the incident with the girl? I have to find out more later somehow" - she slowly started to get up - I think it's time to finish

– And my question, can I ask you one last one?

– Of course - she felt obliged to answer

– Are they very heavy - he pointed his finger directly at her chest?

– Pardon?

– Your bazoongas, are they artificial, natural, how much do they weigh, does your back hurt and do you like them?

This question catch her off guard !ATTENTION! Even she herself considered this question inappropriate

– You shouldn't ask such questions to the lady

– Please, it's just innocent teenage curiosity, you know us, you don't see such a full load every day - he started looking like a stupid curious child again. Even if he had already inspected them and knew their elasticity, bounciness, firmness, softness, size, mass. Even the nipples have his autograph, but I would like to hear the details from her.

And he succeeded, it softened her heart. The fact that she felt guilty asking him such uncomfortable questions (as if they weren't his). She looked at this goblin, and he

– Pretty please

She sighed deeply, lifting her majestic breast, because this topic was a bit uncomfortable for her, but what wouldn't you do for "family"

– Yes, they are 100% natural, I don't know how much they weigh, I never considered weighing them - she lifted them, exposing them even more

– Maybe it's high time?

– Maybe someday, hehe - she felt comfortable

– Or even sooner

She decided to look at them and (finally) noticed a strange thick, sticky yellowish coating on her smooth skin and her nose reminded her of the musty smell scratching her nose and some strange black threads. She was staring at her own breasts like Otto practically always did, after which the terrible pain on her tender nipples returned as if someone had crunch them earlier, marking them as someone's property, but that was stupid and unrealistic idea after all, right? Right? Up until that moment she hadn't had the chance to inspect her sore, wronged, desecrated giant boobies. Breasts so big and soft that when she grabbed them from below they spilled between her fingers, still maintaining that supernatural elasticity and flexibility. She started to think and analyze all the feelings she had recently experienced. Otto, on the other hand, had the first seat in the row to watch the bimbo milf standing in her bikini and looking at her breasts. He took quick a picture of her, then

– Olivia, doesn't your back hurt from them?

– What? - she snapped out of the trance of her own melons, forgetting about all the suspicions related to the state of her balloons. Still holding them like a prize for stinky pale of rotten meat in front of her - it's not that easy, because you see - her head was searching for a worthy answer until finally - you know such a scientific paradox that the bumblebee's wings are too small for its size, but it doesn't know about it and because of which it can fly - she felt so smart, and she read it in some magazine - so I feel the same

– I know everything now

– Great - she grabbed the plates and turned her bouncy butt to him

– You're next - looking directly at her dumptruck