"Clamp down on me," I instructed.I pulled out slowly, savoring the tightness as she tried to hold me in. With only the tip left in her, I pushed mysel... home again. After just a few thrusts, I used her ponytail to reposition her so we were aligned with the bed. With both hands on her back, I pressed her into the mattress as I quickened my pace and started to ream her ass. "Where's my cock?" I asked."In...my...ass," she gasped."Louder! Where's my cock?" In my ass!" she practically screamed.I. All tops had to be tight around the neck. Never allowed to wear pants or shorts of any kind. Your body was considered dirty and sex could never be mentioned let alone discussed. Now five years after we were married, I still hadn't convince her to make many changes in her dress code. Yes, she was wearing slacks now and shorts, but they were always long shorts, all bathing suits looked like something from the early 1900's. Never showing any cleavage. Even at night, she would undress in the dark. Making his way back around to the driver's door, he reached in and killed the engine and the headlights. He remembered the Mag-Lite that he kept in the glove box, and leaned in across the driver's seat, scrabbling around in the old registration papers, gas receipts and other junk until he found it. Crossing his fingers, he clicked the switch, only to fling the flashlight back into the car with a curse as it gave forth a feeble orange glow that quickly faded.Taking a deep breath to try to quell. I could live with that." Yeah, so could I. Do you know anyone over at Albertmans?" Yes, Jim Driscal is their maintenance manager. He and I got along really well while I was doing their original installation. I'll give him a call first thing on Monday. Thanks, Maddy. This is a start in the right direction." How long do you think it will take you to do a job like that?" Maddy asked."Jeez, Maddy. It won't take much time at all. Part of it depends on how fast the merging conveyors are running, and.