” Emmitt sat back in the kitchen chair and picked up the morning paper, The Hazard Herald. Their trailer sat on a hillside at the end of a dead-end ...irt road about 12 miles south of the small Kentucky town. Their nearest neighbor was ol’ lady Woodson and her two sons who lived at the beginning of the hollow, about a mile back, near the main paved road. Nobody ever came back as far as their trailer. In this part of Kentucky, that could get you shot! Emmitt’s wife, Betty, worked at the tire. "The remark seemed odd coming from Mr Taylor, but it seemed to give me a lift, and it was then that I realised I was on the way to an orgasm.Mr Taylor knew it too, and he slowed, and made those last few minutes seem like ages. He seemed to hold me in limbo, on the edge of my orgasm, and he even got me to plead to make me cum."Oh god, Mr Taylor, please...oh please!"With a rush I shuddered and started cumming, gasping out loud, unable to pretend it wasn't pleasurable.Mr Taylor was smiling above. Her cunt was on fire, I could feel the wetness on my fingers as she virtually sat on my hand. I thrust up into her, and she was cumming, her pussy spasming around my cock. I wanted to cum in her, spew my seed into her pussy, but I knew I couldn't, or at least that I shouldn't. With a great deal of willpower, I eased out of her, and away, leaving her crumpled on the floor. "Suck me, Leanne," I said, the first words that had passed between us that day.She did, taking my cock in her hand and. Volcano?”“In the Cook Strait.”“Between North and South?” I said, “A couple reports ... Bad?”“Keeps growing and there’ll be one island.”“That’ll piss off a bunch of ferry companies.” I said. “Now ... where will I find crew?”“Tasmania.”That was weird. “All of them?”“Anyone who knows a line from a halyard,” he said. “Sydney to Hobart race.”“Well ... shit fuzzy,” I said. “Can we stay until they get back?”“I suppose.”“Now I need to call my sister,” I said.“She’s right there,” He looked. “Yup.”“Wrong.