Actually I washed my hands a lot. I didn't like to leave finger prints in the inevitable oil I picked up in my normal activities.I made a note to call...the preacher's construction emergency number. It was not really an emergency, but the old Maxine would have thought so."You got anybody running service calls today?" I asked when I finally got a call back. Yes, I had left a polite message earlier."No ma'am but have you turned the water off in the basement?" she asked."Yes I have, I might be a. We'd gone into town early and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast at a small café I'd been using, Mickey was in a sombre mood and dressed accordingly in a grey business suit, the mini skirt wasn't too short and her generous breasts were well confined beneath her jacket.People looked at her and then often looked again when they saw the eye-patch and she certainly enjoyed all the attention,"I think I'll leave this on" she said as we sipped our coffee, "I'm quite enjoying all the looks I'm. Every stroke her lips spread wide as whatever it was pulled itself free only to be thrust back in. Dimly, Rhonda realized the swelling protuberance was now banging against her vaginal entrance, no longer sliding in and out. Several times Rhonda thrust back hard against the ball like object, suddenly it passed through and Rhonda simultaneously felt all thirteen inches of cock embed her and push thru into her womb. The cock now thrust deeply in and out of her womb, powerfully stimulating the. She shook her head and left him alone, feeling the railroaders’ eyes follow her body as she headed towards the back of the establishment. Brushing past a few more familiar faces, she ducked under a hanging velvet cloth behind which a stairway descended. A few steps down, she was in darkness. She felt around, finding the large wooden door leading to the back room, and unhinged it, shoving it open. She clasped around until she found the hanging lightbulb overhead, and switched it on. There she.