On Tuesday he weather was ugly. The sky was gray and the air felt laden with moisture. The weather prediction was dire, that an ice storm was building... Alabama might have hurricanes but ice storms were every bit as scary. Still though, like the Post Office slogan, ‘Neither rain, nor storm, not dark of night” would come between Susan and her appointment with Mac. Once again she dabbed on her Viva La Juicy and put a drop on each nipple and a drop on her vagina for good measure. “Oh I feel juicy. . I now had a whole new image bouncing around inside my head. In two seconds time, I'd written an entire screen play, this time an X-rated version of the movie Dune ... only with "Sand cocks" instead of worms. And knew then as Rub continued to stand there fucking the thing with her finger, that I could indeed expect and entirely new kind of nightmare to invade my dreams at some point."It's getting redder and redder," Stacy announced unnecessarily. And surprisingly, for as large and thick as it. Deeper and deeper Mike forced his cock into Maureen’s throat, Maria leaned in taking a good grip of the fat cock she pulled it out of her mother’s mouth and proceeded to slap it hard off the cheeks of her mum.Still holding Maureen’s hair Mike lifted Maureen up and spun her over and bent her over his desk, without ceremony Mike rammed his cock straight into the old girls cunt.Years of frustration had the old lady wetter than she had ever been. “fuck me, fuck me! Fuck meeeeeeee” Maureen screamed. The cabby turned out to be a nice enough guy. Maybe late 50's or early 60's in age. He had that weathered look like perhaps he had worked outdoors most of his life. He could definitely have used a shave and a new set of clothes to replace his worn out khaki pants and faded t-shirt. I could tell he appreciated how Judy looked by his big smile and how helpful he was getting her into the back seat. Soon I climbed in the back and propped Judy up against me. Her short dress was pretty much bunched.