They both would work in any weather.I was still bothered by my frost bit nose I got the previous year up in MN. The Operator looked strong and healthy...but he was kind of a hypochondriac. He was always taking lots of pills, herbs, vitamins and I don’t know what else. He carried a thermometer to monitor himself. On the very bad days I would get him off to the side to talk about the job and the day’s work. In the middle of the discussion, I would ask him “Do you feel OK?” He would get worried and. Do you understand? So please, call me Jessie, just for today, OK? OK, Jessie, I conceded. But Im not saying I love you Jessie. Yes, you have to, everything, she insisted. From this moment on I am Jessie to you. Now get up on the bed and fuck me Allen, fuck your Jessie, just like youve always wanted to. She repositioned herself lengthwise on the bed and opened her legs for me. I dropped my underpants and climbed up onto the bed between her legs. Wow, look at that hot number, she said as she. .. and grinned at his wide-outs. "Run like hell, guys."He overthrew the receiver on the left sideline, but Stanford managed to get a pass interference call out of it.The X-Post, called for the wide-outs to clear the zones by crossing about 10 yards downfield. The primary receiver was the tight end, who was supposed to block for two seconds, then streak straight down the field. Either wide receiver could also be a target, if one came free.When they ran the play, the defensive backs got confused. “You okay?” I fought back a tear and nodded my head. Wrapping my arms around his neck I clung on to him for my life. “Slowly.... alright?” he said as he glided in and out of me rhythmically and gently. I loosened my grip on him and settled back in the bed. Smiling and enjoying the rhythm he was creating and the pleasure increasing inside of me. With every slow thrust I felt the heat build in me from my toes to my breast. I began moving my hips with his moves, meeting and matching him. “Erin,”.