‘Why not?’ ‘Well.’ In her flustered state it was difficult to pin down her reasoning. ‘For a start, I couldn’t really afford to live there... And it’s too far from work.’ ‘Of course you could afford it. When the rest of the houses are sold, money won’t be a problem, will it? And it’s not that far from Mickleton. It’s what, twenty miles?’ ‘Yes, but there are only two buses a day from Mickleton to Ebberlea. The journey takes an hour and a half. I don’t want to spend three hours a day–‘ But on. How many times are you figuring you fuck me every day - four?"He nodded, then shrugged. "More or less. Rounding up." That's probably not far off, but you're not looking for precision on this, are you? What are you driving at?" She reached for him while she grinned into his eyes. He kept his hands busy on her body."We screw a lot, love. It's always great, but I want to be sure we're getting the most out of it, that we're really having all the fun we want to have." You're always looking for. Her body prepared itself, protected itself, by producing lubrication between her legs; though Bela would have preferred to deny the hairy men any pleasure they would have from her, she was yet grateful at the end of each day that she was not left bleeding. She almost considered rolling onto her back and spreading her legs apart - anything to make the experience end as quickly as possible - but in the end, she remained motionless. Only her tired eyes lifted as the door swung noisily on its. “Now that’s an interesting view,” he commented.“I thought you might like it.” Lauren opened her coat and unbuttoned her denim blouse. “It comes as part of a matching set.” She jiggled her braless tits at her lover.Peter laughed and put the key in the ignition. Surprisingly, the Jeep failed to start. It didn’t even turn over, but just gave a clicking sound. “What the...” He tried several more times, but nothing happened.Lauren quickly glanced around the parking lot and hurriedly buttoned her.