Leanne looked up and saw dark eyes peering at her through the hockey mask. She wondered what he looked liked. By the sound of his voice she knew he wa... a college student just like herself.Leanne's mouth was hurting from stretching trying to fit Jason's big cock in her mouth. She managed to get it in all almost making the head touch the back of her throat. Her rhythm was more smooth and she kept tightening her lips around the big cock."Ahhhhh fuck yes! This bitch is gonna make me cum in her. All I could think about was her warm and wet vagina which was only a few inches away from my throbbing manhood. I couldn’t take any more. I momentarily thought of just relieving myself but couldn’t resist the urge to plunge into her. I reached down and caressed her thigh and moved my hand down to her calf just below her knee and very gently and slowly raised her leg up and over both of my legs. Then I slowly scooted down in the bed about four or five inches.Now I was in position for. "Yes?" he asked."I'll only work with Hairy and that's for the remainder of the dig. Otherwise ... No."In the first place, Hairy discovered the tunnel, he found the first blanks. AND he did it on his day off. If he hadn't been in the right place at the right time we wouldn't have the blanks. He should get the credit for the recovery."In the second place, it's not a cave. There's no rock. It's all hard packed sand and its flaky."In the third place it's perfectly straight. It's like an entrance. Up and up they went, revealing stockings, held up by white suspender straps, and the flesh above, until a pair of sheer white French knickers with lacy edging came into view.It was unbelievable, and my heart started to pound in anticipation whilst my hungry prick grew harder and harder. My wife flatly refused to wear underwear “like that” and would go to any lengths to avoid me seeing her dressing or undressing. On the rare occasions we did get round to having sex it was a case of her not.