We went to the back of her house and she took a key from the top of a window sill and quietly unlocked their garage. We went in and she locked the doo... behind us.It was a large single car detached garage with a work bench and an old couch on one side. Laura cleared some stuff off the couch and sat down. I sat down next to her and she put her arms around me and we began kissing again. After a few minutes she must have gotten impatient and took my hand and put it on her breast. My heart was. Not wanting to go deep I only gave him half my length, and could feel the back of his throat each time. He put one hand on my stomach and pressed to stop me moving. His other hand went on my butt and he slowly pulled me into him. He raised his head, gagged a little, then slowly my full length went into him. Letting Sam make the pace I kept still as he moved back and farward on my cock. A few times he kept me deep in his throat and licked at my balls, then went back to bobbing on me. As I was. I guess they built it like this so a breeze can blow through." And I could feel a slight breeze.Mountain people. The following day, Kate discovered that, although she had fond memories of the beach when she was a kid and had been to the Gulf several times as an adult, she didn't like the heat. "I like the mountains because they stay so cool." After only an hour, she left to go back to the house. Drat. So much for my spying game. I had seen her in swimsuits at our neighborhood pool, so seeing. "You choose," she said."Trenton, then," I said, thinking of Ginny's bed, deep trench and long legs."Shall we sleep in the coach or stop at an inn?" she asked, looking up at me and fluffing out her rich, brown curls, licking her lips and assessing my size."I'd rather find a bed," I told her with a smile.She looked me up and down, scratched her ear, said, "yes," and got back in the carriage. By sunset I found the major road I had used before and then pulled into the first big inn we came to, one.