At five-thirty on this Monday afternoon, with the sun hanging hot in the cloudless sky, Ed Buyers settled on the chaise lounge of his front porch, a c...ld Dos Equis in a frosty mug clutched in one hand. Carrie, a well-endowed black haired girl with deep dimples on her cheeks and one to match on her chin, paraded before him cleaning up the luncheon dishes from the table. She had come to Ed's looking for a job... just as Mimi Spender had done that afternoon... and Carrie had decided this was her. I just prayed in desperate situations. Why would God choose me? God only knows, I guess." Well Reverend Barnes won't be needing his copy anymore," Stan commented. "His wife and kids died of this stuff, and he was raising hell and cussing God the other day over it, and it started hailing baseball size stuff. It hit him in the head and dropped him like a rock."Dawson added, "Yeah, and then it stopped. I'll say this much, nobody's been out there cussing at God since!"Stan's radio went off and he. Her pussy was pressed down hard on me only allowing movement by the tip of my finger, and I eased my pressure against her clit. Soon, she started to relax. Her pouts of pleasure slowing as she caught her breath. Her hands eventually released the tight grip she had on the frame of the recliner, and she slid one down between her legs to join my hand on her pussy.After a minute or so, Lexi rolled over on her back. Her top slid to the ground. She had the dreamy look of someone totally satisfied. I. " I dunno. I want to believe you, but it looks pretty fishy." Babe, for crissakes. The shoes are huge; they're not for a woman, they're for me." Okay. Okay. I guess I believe you. But you're going to have to convince me. I tell you what. Why don't you go up to the room and get dressed up? Then when I come up we'll see what happens." Okay, I quess. But why don't you come up with me?" I want to finish this drink; and I want you to set the stage. I'll come up in 10 minutes."Up in the room, he.