He enjoyed the spectacle, but as he watched the bull riding and bronco competition, he wondered why anyone would intentionally sit his ass on an angry...animal that size. No doubt for the same reason skydivers jumped out of perfectly good airplanes.He continued to cook dinner for them. Lulu fussed about it, but Errol insisted, at least for as long as she was putting in so many hours at the restaurant. Gretchen told him in confidence that as far as she was concerned, he could just keep right on. "She put her hand on his knee and rubbed it. She saw Michael inhale sharply and stiffen, then immediately relax, enjoying the moment. A small grin spread across her face. She did it again."Like that, do ya?" she asked.He answered in a panting, shuddery voice, "Uh huh... I guess... I do."She slowly ran her hand up down his calf and then back up his upper thigh, feeling the silky smoothness of the hose on his shaven leg. His back arched slightly, his breathing increased and an involuntary moan. I raised her hands over her head and the dress stuck to her skin not the bow that tied her shoulder to the fabric that covered her and I went over to kiss her arm I went up to her elbow and then put my lips on her shoulder just above the bowI bit the fabric, felt it tear between my teeth, and the veil fell.I saw her bare torso, her round breasts, her soft nipples straightening, hardening in anticipation.I tried her chest, delimited my lips by the halo, I felt the texture of her tit in my mouth. “Don't have sex with a condom until you get all that out.” I nodded. The pie was great. “ Now,” she said. “We can stack the dishes and try to think of a way to get all the petroleum jelly out of Felicia's cunt.” I helped clear the table and stack the dishes. “ I imagine that soap and water will get it out,” she said. “It's not water soluble, you know. It will take a good scrubbing. First, though, we might try to get as much of it out with whatever we can find that will fit in there.” Her.