There are worse things, I thought. ‘You’d end up like Taggart,’ Denis shot. That put a stop to that. A sobering picture indeed. ‘You just had...to go and spoil my fantasy, Denis,’ I said, hopefully lightheartedly. He just grinned and shrugged. We hopped on the streetcar and rode into town to the St. Lawrence market. We spent the day there, wandering through the shops and stalls, looking for bargains. I found a nice leather vest that I thought matched my boots and bought it. What I needed now. "Rob just can't get over how long he can stay hard. I think he just sticks it into me out of habit. Take him. Ride him hard and put him away wet." Hey!" snorted Rob, "you make me sound like an animal!" Don't complain, my studly stallion. Sandy wants to ride you for all you're worth. Take good care of her!"Martin laid Beth on the bed and crawled up beside her, one arm beneath her neck and the free hand caressing her face. Her breathing was already ragged, the expression on her face a mixture of. The tow truck would be about an hour, maybe less. She couldn’t say if he’d charge me for it, or not. I wasn’t worried about that, but it looked like we won’t be as early as we hoped.“Well then,” Lindsay said, looking at me with a fuck-me look in her eye. “We’ll have to pass the time another way.”Lindsay put her hand on my right thigh, sliding it up to my crotch. My cock was already twitching from her earlier show of skin.“Well. Are you going to make me pull it out?” she asked, rubbing my cock. "I'd say it worked pretty well."They had been trying to keep their voices down, but at this point Caroline stirred and woke. She, too, looked confused for a moment, then remembered and smiled."I don't think I've had the two of you in bed with me since you were about six years old," she commented with a yawn. "Good morning!" Morning, Mom," Sam and Joan both said."Did you have a good time last night?" Joan asked with a sly smile.Their mother smiled back. "You know I did. I'm sorry I yelled at.