She then spotted the driver of the pickup along side leering at her while her fingers pumped deeply in and out of her juicy crease and that was it. He... body arched into the probing fingers and she whimpered and gushed. I watched the juices pulsing around her fingers as they stayed in a motion sliding in and out of her pussy but her eyes never left the guy driving the truck. I reached over roughly pushing her hand away and started tracing my fingers along every cum soaked surface of her cunt. I. . Every convulsion would force his sphincter to expand or hardly tight itself, the muscles forming a cohesive amalgam of spasms and vibrations, his whole body shrieking in unison, the torso moving upwards, the open legs and feet standing in the air. And not for a second did he grab or touched his testicles or cock, thus showing how fortunate he was, and he didn't know it. His brain was not projecting any kind of images while this happened, all was new, a blank slate, a white page - he must. Snow was piling up as he sat here.Shortly the trooper returned with a man in tow. Greg sighed and got out of the Hum V."I'll be damned! It's Greg Baron! How the hell you doing sir?"Greg looked closely at the man but didn't really recognize him."You have me at an advantage sir. I do well, but I don't seem to know you." Greg replied."Names Ted Pitman. I'm the local ranger for this area. I been by your place a couple times over the last couple years. You were there once, doing some writing, and. Now I realize there was something you knew but we didn't."I'll just speak for myself now: Kimberly Moyer Duffy is the most perfect wife a man could ever hope to have. She is my life: She is my mistress, my whore, my lover, my confidante. She cheers me up if I'm down, and calms me down if I'm euphoric. Her body is sheer perfection. There is nothing that she thinks might give me pleasure that she doesn't insist on doing ... Notice, I didn't say 'lets me do, ' or 'suggests we do.' No. She insists.