” A Thursday night, which meant she fixed dinner for their once-a-week shared “special” meal. “Got a plan, baby,” she said. “Let’s ju...t eat, then we’ll decide what’s next, okay?” “Okay by me. I’m tired. It’s not easy to sit in a plane for several hours and basically do nothing. It’s like sitting at a desk all day.” She’d debated with herself whether to actually keep the secret of last weekend, or just go ahead and spill the beans. Spill, she thought, ‘cause we’re probably going to be. 6 going between my lipsei won the super smash small tourney at the bar, 250 in my pocket , a load of cum in my stomach going home still not believing I had suck a cock.A big hot black cock, my 5inch hard in my boxer at all time, as he teach me to suck on his cockOur game was tight even if he let me win, after a quick talk in the restroom convincing me to suck him and he will let me win the 250$I was cellebrating , my friends cheering for me no one aware i was soon going to be sucking him it. . . no one at all. Don't be silly." Her smile had beenreplaced by a look of anger. "What do you have against ladies who choosetheir own paths?" "Your proper paths were chosen for you when you were born in Mythica:to be protected and cherished by men, and to obey them. May I ask, ma'am, whendid your husband last take you to his bed?" "About . . . a month ago," she said, with the look of someonedistracted and half-dreaming on her face. "He slipped your panties down, didn't he? Just like all. "It's in my bedroll back at the camp," the man said.Junior looked him over for a moment. "What's your name?" he asked."Matt Crafton," the man said. "What are you planning on doing with me?" he asked."To tell the truth, I haven't figured that out myself yet," Junior replied. "You're sure there aren't any more people up at the cabin? Who was the third horseman that rode away when you saw us coming?" he asked."That was Jeff," Crafton replied, nodding toward the jeep. Junior understood he meant the.