Oh and I want locks on the doors too…and it better have a toilet, not one of those portable Johns either.”I laughed and said, “Anything else?”...he smiled and said, “Yes. I want lunch delivered every day before I get there. If I’m giving up my lunch hour so that you can fuck me then you can feed me too.”Again I laughed. She sounded just like my wife.That evening after work I took my wife shopping for a travel trailer. We had discussed a Recreational Vehicle in the past and this way it could be a. She tried to bring a knee to his balls but was unable to. She fought against his penetrations but little by little his manhood wore her down. Her breathing became heavy. Her arms wrapped about his neck as she gave in to his raping her. She relaxed and put her long legs about the back of his thighs. She found his rythym and went with it. She couldn't believe how quickly she had gone from rape to being made love to."I'm taking a bath ... ALONE!" she said, walking to the bathroom with his cum. I smiled at Miguel and briefly took his hand. It spoke well of his character that he was helping these people instead of selfishly just passing by. After playing taxi, we arrived at our destination; a rambling old coffee plantation high in the mountains. After enjoying the spectacular view from their parking lot, I bought several small bags of coffee as gifts for my friends back home in the gift shop. Returning to the coast from our journey to the high country, Miguel drove us Westward to a. “Nope, I guess not” she replied. “Well what do you want to do tonight?” I asked. “I don’t know, I was supposed to work on a paper this weekend but with the power out I guess I’ll have to write it out by hand.” She said. I had retreated to my room I shared with my brother and relaxed at the thought of being by myself without him being there this weekend. About an hour later my mom gently knocked on my door. “I’m bored and don’t really feel like writing that paper right now. Do you want to play.