“That’s it, Jack. Clean me up,” she said. “Good. Now, do it to John.”John’s eyes widened, but I needed no encouragement. He was still lyin... on his back when I shifted over on the bed and slipped his cock into my mouth. I gently cleaned him off with my tongue, savoring the tastes of her and him mingling together.My efforts were having an effect on John, and soon he was hard again. Abby noticed. “Enough,” she said, and I reluctantly stopped.“Everyone has felt pain today except for Jack, who. . inand then out, slowly, slowly, slowly increasing the tempo until you'retruly fucking me as you hold my hips immobile. And all in completesilence. God it felt so good, and it seemed to go on forever... After wefinally finished cumming you gently straightened me up, pulled down myslip and dress and then wrapped your arms around me holding me tightly toyou. Then kissing me lightly on the back of the neck you turned and wentback into the living room. The dishwater was cold and not a word had. So 10 year old Hondas or Kawasaki’s were what I could get.Well after riding in any weather cold, wet, sleet and snow most people that I worked with or passed me on the road or were passed by thought that I was crazy or just one hard ass. And I never corrected either idea. Now when you work at a place for a while you click up with a group of people, like when you were in high school, I had the 3 buddies and we hung out and did the old chit chat at lunch, talk about this cashers ass or that one. You need to get to know yourself." Know myself?" You know, like in the Bible? I thought you might appreciate the reference. Adam knew Eve; Cain knew his wife; those girls who knew their dad because that was the only way to get pregnant ... They knew each other. Carnally. Biblically."Amanda said, "My understanding of the matter was that the first person to know you ... is supposed to be your husband." I'm sure it was," said Kerri, not unkindly, "but, Amanda, look where that got you."Amanda.