She scooped it with a fingertip and wiped it on the paper sleeve around the burger. "Second best, right?" she asked after she swallowed.I nodded at he... and at Maynard. "It's close, but Bobbi Jo's Buckskin Diner has these beat by a smidgen." Or maybe just a half-smidgen," she amended."Three-quarters of a smidgen." Yeah." She nodded to Maynard. "Three-quarters." She held up her free hand and pinched her thumb and forefinger together, then opened them barely enough to slide in a sheet of thin. She groaned as i pushed the tip of my cock into her tight hole she let out a little wimper as she pushed back to greet me, my cock forcing its way inside her i always wondered how she could be so tight yet so turned on, I began to thrust into her when she stopped me "no dont i want to do it just wait babe". Fucking hell that turned me on even more my cock was throbbing, Dee move to and fro girating her hips and arching her back she would move slowly then speed up then slowdown she was doing. The guys see Annette as a buddy more than a potentialconquest, so there was none of the sexual politics thatcan put a damper on an otherwise fun day. Several beersand a ride in the tube for each of us had us cooledoff, wet, laughing and ready to party. Soon we rounded the final bend in the river beforereaching the bar. When it came into view, I couldhardly believe my eyes. There were so many boatsanchored in the river that they stretched nearly frombank to bank. The bar was full of people, the. Only one of the crane operators made it back, and the steelworkers were not the least bit disappointed to be relegated to inventory duties instead of hanging off I-beams in twenty mile an hour north winds and freezing temperatures.An extra coffee pot in my main substation and passing the word around to the work crews that hot coffee was available made my techs a little set of heroes. They needed credit. I didn't.Home was a drive through gray dusk and when I turned the corner into the park I saw.