Slowly stretching her arms above her head, she felt the deep satisfaction of having been well fucked. She felt like the cat that had eaten the canary ...nd purred softly under her breath. Noticing the emptiness in the bed next to her filled her with a sudden panic, rudely jolting her to wakefulness. He was gone!She was halfway to the front door of the apartment when she smelled the freshly brewed coffee and the peculiar fragrance of burned toast. A quick peek into the kitchen showed the table set. I got off the barstool and squatted partially to gain better access. My head bobbed up and down and she pushed down on it as I worked. A few minutes went buy before I got up to change positions. I cleared away a few things from behind her and nudged her back so she was almost lying on her back completely. I decided to kneel on the barstool, although it was a little wobbly, it offered me the perfect angle to access her hole of pleasure. My face was soon covered with her nectar. Razor stubble. . and it seemed to put a bit more spring into her step, a little more life into her soul. I pulled her closer, caressing her face and stroking her hair as she started sucking my cock in earnest. Something in her eyes ... what was it, anyway? I had to know.“Victoria Diane Larson, what is going on in that sneaky human mind of yours?” I demanded to know of Mom as I ran my fingers through that haircut of hers ... yes, the “Rachel” inspired by Jennifer Aniston from friends.“Please ... call me. New stone wharves stretched into the ocean just south of the city to make loading and unloading much easier. Items to be loaded were rolled out of the warehouse next to the ship, lifted with a capstan-powered winch or a block and tackle manned by several men, and then lowered into the hold. The newest wharves had six winches for loading each huge new junk-style ship. Barrels of water were transported in by mule cart or small sailing vessel from wells along the Sous River a few miles to the.