" Momma?" I asked."Sure, yes I pays her to ball your Papa, he damn near splits me in half when he balled me," she said, "I pays Mitzy to ball your Pap... and I pays Miguel Samosa to ball me." Miguel the pool man?" I asked."Sure," she said, "You surprised?" I wondered whey he come around so much when we ain't got no pool," I admitted, "That mean Mitzy ain't running off to Tampa Florida with Papa?" Doesn't look like it," Momma said sadly, "I'd move Miguel in like a shot if he did." But how much. It could have been any other manexcept for the heat I felt against the back of my neckfrom his gaze. Nobody else had ever looked at me thatway before.He massaged me like that for a minute, turning all thetension into jello. I felt the buckle of his belt touchthe small of my back. His breath was hot against my neckand then I gasped when he nipped me with his teeth. Hepressed his hips closer, and I felt his weight againstmy back. I pushed back against him. It seemed to be the sign he’d been. I’d made utility trailers out of old pickups before, but without the tools I had the use of then, it would be much more work. Here and now all I had was the toolbox I carried in the truck. The only cutting tools I had in it were some chisels and a hacksaw with only a few blades for it. I also had a cordless drill, but no way of charging it, so it wasn’t going to be a lot of help. This was going to take much thought, and if I did it at all, it was going to be a lot of work After we saddled up. Once I turned over she removed my boxers and began to stroke me. As she was playing with my mediocre cock she also started playing with my balls again. As she massaged them she move her hand lower and lower until her index finger was pointed at my bussy. We made eye contact and I gave her an approving look. She slowly thrust her finger into my hole.As she worked my cock with one hand she worked my hole with the other. As started top open and gave myself to the finger fucking more and more she.