Alex looked at Bud. ‘What’s your name?’ ‘Bud,’ came the reply. ‘Bud Dickinson.’ ‘Bud, I’d like it if you and your friend Skunk would...be my guest down at the county lockup,’ Alex said. ‘What…what are you going to do to us?’ Skunk asked, his voice thin, still quavering with fear. ‘I’m going to lock you up, then I’m going to call the prosecuting attorney and see if we can’t arrange for you to have a new address for, say, the next fifteen or so years,’ Alex said, smiling. Outside the house, there. "Oh? What's the code number on the can?" she asked. When he read it out to hershe was silent for a few seconds as she confirmed the order. "Okay," she said,"that's Miss Hayward's order, umm---lets see, oh yes, a blonde bombshell. Sowhat's wrong, why aren't you happy miss Hayward?" I'm not Miss Hayward. My name's Tom Jackson" he shouted. Getting very upset."Well, what are you doing using her order?" she asked getting testy."It was supposed to be my order, but it's been messed up!" Hang on," she. One of my hands racking down her back as she sucks hard on my balls, her hand stroking my long, thick shaft and our eyes locked onto each other. As she lifts her head up and slowly takes my cock into her mouth, I softly moan and lean my head back. “Mmm…They were right. You have an amazing cock, and so damn thick,” she says as she lowers her head back down and takes my cock deep into her mouth. I smile as her lips move up and down my cock, feeling her cover it with her saliva. She slides up and. We were having a good time when Terrel cornered me and said, "I think we'll be mostly done this week. We'll need to punch it out and get the landscaping finished, which may take another week. The electronics guys from your service came by to help us set up the video security system. They really know their stuff."Terrel suggested, "Your ladies are going to want to begin decorating this week. I think they already have an idea of what they want. Lisa told me her mother and sisters from Atlanta are.