" Maynard, maybe it's a good thing you didn't say anything."Maynard chuckled and gave Cheryl a look of sympathy. "Tell you what. If he shows up today,...I'll introduce you to him."Cheryl went from morose to ecstatic in one ten-billionth of a second. She sprang to her feet. "You know Tyrone Hayes?" Honey, this isn't Dallas," I said.Maynard nodded. "I've known his whole family since his dad and I were kids, back before the ski basin opened. This was a lot smaller town then. Everybody knew everyone. If he could see his son with his fingers deep in his mother's pussy, I don't really know what he would do. My whole body was starting to respond to his fingers. Without warning he pulled his fingers out of me. I felt disappointed. That didn't last long. My son started unbuttoning my dress. He started at the top button and was working his way down to the bottom button. As he was unbuttoning my dress I could feel the cool air from the car's air conditioner. It made my nipples even harder. I felt. Becky squirmed hotly in the grass, much warmer than the summer sun that blazed down from above.Betsy moved her face down Becky's body, toward the beckoning thatch of pond-dampened, cuntjuice-soaked pussyhair. She inhaled the funky aroma of her sister's hot cunt, then replaced her fingers with her tongue. Betsy angled her head down into Becky's crotch, growing more and more excited by the smell and taste of ripe hot cunt. The fact that their father was sitting in his cruiser gripping his. ”;On a Plumber’s truck : “We repair what your husband fixed.”;On another Plumber’s truck: “Don’t sleep with a drip. Call your plumber.”;At a Tire Shop in Milwaukee : “Invite us to your next blowout.”;On an Electrician’s truck: “Let us remove your shorts.”;In a Non-smoking Area: “If we see smoke, we will assume you are on fire and will take appropriate action.”;On a Maternity Room door: “Push. Push. Push.”;At a Car Dealership: “The best way to get back on your feet - miss a car payment.”;Outside.