Tara brought me into the living room and had me sit on the couch, while Tamara went to the kitchen. I saw, open on the coffee table the old church dir...ctory that Mel had referred to last time. It was open to the “S” entries.As I sat on the sofa, Tamara brought me sweet tea and they both started peppering me with questions.What was California really like? Was I married? Did I have a girlfriend? What was my CAP score?When I objected to the direction that the questions were headed, they said that. .. and worse, cultivating buyers. That’s one thing, damn him, that Micha does well ... he knows all the scrap buyers and exactly what they’re looking for! That’s a talent that neither of us have, and why we’ve always needed to deal through him.”“I think that having a new van of our own, regardless, would be nice,” Pilsner agreed, “This one does belong to Micha and I think, from what you’ve told me, that she’s already used up the last of her nine lives. Besides, this van’s been one the levers. After a few dozen thrusts Ben rammed his cock home and shot his load deep into her twat. Julie thrust her hips back at him at every stroke, and Ben could tell that she was close to climax. When she felt Ben swelling even further she moaned, "God that feels good, how big do you get?Ben answered, just wait and see, as he began to fuck her harder. Julie reached up and found her erect nipples and began to pull the swollen pink nubs. She bucked her hips against Ben as her orgasm started, yelling,. She resisted not at all."Now thrust into my vagina," she continued, and she moaned as I did so, already wet. I started thrusting in and out, in and out, in and out. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes."Perfect," she got out between moans.I shoved in and out harder and harder. I felt myself climaxing and kept at it, I orgasmed deep in her, more than twelve ropes of it, and kept at it, orgasming again, more this time. She was rocking and grinding.Finally I thrust out of her halfway.