Can't go sharing now.”He says, spanking her before giving control back, ass stinging.“What? Why does my ass hurt? No, I need to just hurry up. Soo...er I can, sooner the day is over.”Stephanie says to herself.Back inside of her gurgling stomach, Jose was having his fun. Making the walls grind together, making it rumble. But that wasn't good enough..he had full control over her belly, he could do a lot more. Soon he'd take over her sides, pushing to the left she tilt not wondering why before. I pulled her bum cheeks apart as I groped them. She thrust her hips onto my leg and started grinding her pussy up and down my leg. The feeling of her pubic hair tickled as she rolled her hips against my leg. Her hand was rubbing clit as I tried to pull her hips down even further. I slid down bit further so now we were scissoring. I looked at the sexy mess we were making, every time our pussy’s moved apart it left a string of cum and juice between us both. The pace picked up, Lisa fully in. She was watching Christine intently. In a moment, even Francine noticed our silence, though Christine did not. Her attention was fully on the gift in her hand.She handled the gift bag as if it contained a poisonous snake. First Christine pulled the tissue away with her fingertips. Then she stretched her neck to look inside. Finally she slowly reached in and extracted the sunglasses and lipstick. I imagine Siobhan and Francine looked confused, but my attention was on Christine's face. First her. They would be out there at night helping us carry poles and equipment onto the right-of-ways. One night while carrying a pole into a muddy field one of the farmers yelled out "Dang! Someone sure has sharp shoes!" I took my flashlight, found the culprit Lineman wearing his hooks, made him take them off and go down to the heavy end of the pole (the butt) and help carry the pole from there. He never wore his hooks after that.We got sent up later to the Sandhills in Nebraska (yes, proper spelling).