She listened politely to stories about their children and their church, but her mind constantly drifted to thoughts of Sean Wallace. She wanted to cal... him, but assumed that since he hadn’t called her that he must still be with Mickey interrogating the traders and the trucker. She had missed his presence the second he had walked out of their room but had been too busy all afternoon to dwell on the emptiness she felt without him near her. Being able to spend even a few minutes arranging for the. He collapsed into his just-vacated chair and opened the little refrigerator by his feet."Want a cold beer? I'm parched, myself." He sensed that she was nervous, and he was glad when she accepted a beer. After a few long pulls, he smiled at her and said "Whew — that hits the spot." Tough case?" Yep. A piano and a staircase with a ninety-degree turn. Don't make me relive it."She looked a little confused, and took a sip of beer."I thought I said to come by at five." You did. But I wanted to see. By the fourth game I am down to my jocks and you had your tops off. The sight of your ripe breast spilling out of your bra make my cock swell. In the next game you lose your skirt. In the next game I lose my jocks. I stand up and pull down my jocks, releasing my huge thick phallus with big balls hanging from its base. Your husband is fully clothed and I am stark naked. Both of you stare at my huge stiff cock. The look on your face is one of pure lust. Your husband’s eyes dart between my huge. “I know,” I replied. “It’s not just the weather either. The people around here, the cleanliness, the attitudes.” I smiled recollecting the past few days. There were some bad parts, but the weekend had proved to remarkably satisfying. “I’m still getting used to it.” She turned back to me as she walked. Her eyes looked sad.“I don’t think I’ll ever be used to it,” she said. She bent over and placed her wineglass on the cement before raising her arms above her head in a stretch. “Don’t get too.