On Saturday we headed back to the museum so that Laurel could experience the thrill of seeing a real steam locomotive run. Lots of people had gathered...for the Santa Claus Steam Up and we made a day of it. Laurel loved riding the train and seeing the smoke pour out of its engine. We were all amazed at how good a job the museum had done in preserving a part of our history. Right on the spot we decided to go back over Memorial Day.But, as we went back to the hotel we realized that this would be. I just shook my head.We spent the next 4 hours copying everything on her computer. My cock was rock hard. I knew Craig was hurting to. He kept adjusting himself on the chair next to me. Mrs. Grove loved to be dominated. All the movies were either her or another female. Some photos we found, were just her. Not a single one showed her with another man. Her husband must not like other men playing with his wife. “Damn! Buck! I need to get up early tomorrow.” Said Craig. I looked at my. "Have you got any tests this week?" Carmen asked Tony, leaning back against the counter zipping coffee."Only in mean old Mr. Watson's history class on Friday," Tony answered and got up walking over to the dishwasher to rid himself of his bowl and spoon."Well, I hope you have been studying for it, because you'll have to keep up your grades if you'll want to get into a great college," Carmen said."Not yet, but Ryan has promised to help me on Thursday," Tony said."That's good, but why don't you. He twisted away from Bud's grasp and turned to face hisamorous partner, but Bud immediately stepped close, running his hands downClay's arms."Hey, don't be like that, honey," Bud said patronizingly. "I told ya, I'llpound away at your tight little slit as hard as you want." That's not what I meant, idiot! I told you--!" Ah, shaddup, ya dumb bitch!" Bud snapped, shocking Clay into silence."Yeah, you heard me. You think you're so smart, but now lookit ya, stucklookin' like a horny little slut..