Loni gently grasped my cock through my slacks feeling the length and width, she then smiled at me. "That is the perfect size for me," she said with a ...mile. "I've had some lovers complain that I wasn't big enough," I admitted. "Maybe those girls like a fat ten inch cock stuffed in their butts, but I don't." At the mention of anal sex my hand returned to her silky leg and slowly slid up under her dress. This time I allowed my fingers to rub the crotch of her silky panties that were already wet.. That was, a course, until the day that I got caught m'self.It was only a week afore openin day and I had me a sampler pack a new lures that this damned salesman kept pesterin me about, askin if I'd tried 'em and which ones I liked and blowin smoke up my keester about how he valued my opinion when we both knew he just wanted me t' sell his shit fer 'im. But rather 'n keep blowin him off, I took the sampler pack and a six-pack a Coors and headed off to try 'em out.It was a pretty good day,. I bought her a glass of the best they had, I had the idea that the more palatable the better. She sipped it to begin with, then rather got the taste for it, and it was gone. I denied her a second one until she'd eaten her main course, then I got her another. She was glowing a bit. The wine was 13.5% ABV and not to be messed with. I would not be able to live with myself if I made her ill, so I made sure she had planty to eat with it, and we returned to our hotel. We had rooms next to each. He sat next to his window and thought about it for hours and nothing occurred to him. Suddenly, as he stared out into the dark and cold street, Marcy Darcy drove up into her driveway. Bud could see into the Darcy's driveway from his room, in fact, he could see just about any room for that matter that faced the Bundy residence. Bud, along with almost everybody else in his house hated Marcy for being such a show-off. Her husband, Jefferson, lonely lived with her because of her money. He was a.