The blue digital readout on the microwave showed that it was 3:30, obviously early in the morning. This was typical of me. Usually when I crashed out ...runk in a strange place, I would always wake up in the early morning feeling woozy and misplaced.My hair was undoubtedly a mess, and my dress felt damp and clung to my skin. My head swam and I knew I was slightly hung over. My mouth was dry as cotton, and my throat was sore. I could feel my bare snatch, sticky and loose between my legs. I felt. Even though my cock was jerking in my pants, I reached back up with both hands this time and ever so slowly pulled my fingers down through her hair. It was softer and silkier than I’d imagined and I could have spent an hour running my fingers through it.Then she sat up and said, "You love my hair, don't you?"“You have no idea.”Then she put her hand to my cheek and said, “You’re a really nice guy, Bill. Maybe we should have dinner some night and get to know each other better.”I was taken aback!. It occurred to me that the General and Jaye might need to install a permanent helicopter landing pad if this keeps up.Before I could make it to the office, Anna pulled up beside me in an electric golf cart like we had used to pick up laundry that time. I noticed immediately she was wearing her holster over her T-shirt and that it wasn't empty."Get in," she said tersely. Then, without even a kiss hello, Anna headed down the asphalt path towards the guest area of the ranch. While we drove, Anna. I just kept up the same pace, but thrusting harder as I went in.I could feel her begin to shake as her voice went up in pitch and volume. "Oh, oh, God, harder." She literally screamed as her body went into violent spasms. I maintained the same rhythm, but I knew I couldn't keep it up much longer. Didn't need to. Her contractions didn't stop and after several more similar thrusts, she screamed again and went into a frenzy. That was all I could take, as my own eruption seemed to flow from my.