She was looking a lot worse for wear in the heat of the day. She stopped to see if Krista wanted a ride home. This was Lana’s way of helping me with...my plan. Krista got in her car and Lana drove the mile to my house. Right after Steve and Julie sped past Krista on the way to the house, Lana pulled up beside Krista. “Krista, is that you? What’s wrong, hun? Can I help you?”“Oh, Lana. You’re a life saver! It’s been a bad morning. I’ve been having an affair and Bret found out and now I’ve. That’s my two men who run the oil loading terminal for me back in Tulsa, and their wives. They can fill you in on a lot of the wells and warehouses we have that we need wired, besides all the houses and bunkhouses.”“Otis, I want you and Carter to meet John L. Whitfield. He’ll be stringing electric wires to our homes, the bunkhouses, the oil wells, and the oil loading terminal in the coming months,” Eli said as he rode near John L. while the young man climbed up to sit next to them on the wagon. And this time she had painted me right after fucking. I remembered, I was sitting cross-legged in our living room and she came in with just an artist's smock and a smile, her body still shiny from our sex, her taste still fresh on my lips. I remember looking at her, and her looking back through her big, wide lensed glasses, smiling that wide toothy smile. I opened my legs to entice her, arched me back to show her how wet and needy I was. I wanted to make her hungry. She saw me. “Don't move,”. Again that intense burn of thrilling pain that makes you ache for orgasm. You feel my breath on your back, hot and insistent, "I’ve got my entire fist inside that wet cunt of yours”, I tell you. “You must be more of a slut than I thought”. The sex excitement and admiration at your dirty behaviour is obvious in my voice and makes you so proud to be my dirty slut."SMACK"!!!....and you can feel your buttocks glowing with the warmth of the spanks. I rotate my fist inside of you, and you nearly jump.