What should she say, she wondered. She needed to say something… anything to make him feel better. “Oh.. Will… I… it doesn’t matter…. It…...��“It does matter Clark!”“God Will, I am so sorry!” couldn’t she do anything right she thought.“I don’t need your pity Clark, please, not from you”“No. I’m not pitying you… I’m sorry that… I was so selfish. I…” tears were now spilling down her cheeks, dripping off her face and onto her still heaving breasts. “I was only thinkin about me… I didn’t think…. I… I. Needless to say, rumors abounded on the subject.As Ginger reached her own car, a late-model Toyota Corolla, and hit the remote entry button on her key fob, she and Connor both heard the car let out the distinctive chirp that indicated that it was now unlocked. Ginger looked back to see that Connor had stopped and was looking away to the left.Another two distant chirps of a louder sort and what appeared to be a flashing blue strobe from just outside the far side of the parking barn, toward which. “Fat chance of what?” She turned around and asked, “Of you being in bed or me wrestling you down?”“Either,” I responded and right then she grabbed me. Shocked, I could do nothing but watch as she pushed me to the ground and straddled me, pinning my hands to the floor.“Hey!” I objected, “That hurt!”Jennifer smiled and tightened her grip.“Let me up!” I demanded.“What’s the magic word?” She asked, and as she did, I realized something awful. My dick was quickly growing hard. I frantically struggled. The second unit was in darkness, she could hear snoring, she passed by. The third unit in the row was a low loader, the load a big dumper truck, towered over the trailer, it was tidy, reasonably clean and her knock this time was answered by the withdrawn curtain, and a pair of eager and not un- friendly eyes peering down, appraising her. The window dropped, “how much?” he obviously knew the score… She smiled and grunted “£20”.( she always charged a little though she would happily done the.