Just so ready to pump her cunt full of my spunk. I couldn’t wait to just erupt into her again and again.She massaged me as her orgasm built and buil... toward that moment of eruption. She rose toward her powerful climax. I savored driving her wild with my dick. I pounded her with everything that I had. She groaned as she came closer to erupting.She broke the kiss and hissed, “That’sssss it. Ambassssador. Shadowsssss!”Her cunt went wild around my dick. She suckled at my cock with her writhing. Jennifer asked about the flight and if there was anything special we wanted to do. She suggested a trip to the Space Needle. I’d been there in the Summer of 1972 when I’d traveled with my family all over the western US, Mexico, and Canada, but thought it was a great suggestion. She asked about our return flight and I told her it was at 4:00pm on the 15th. I let Kara know that we’d land around 10:00pm Chicago time because of the time change going the other way.When we got to Jennifer’s house in. That was a memory that he’d rather not recall.At the moment, he was carefully painting the trim around the door to one of the bedrooms. There was a lot of trim in the old house, but it wasn’t all that bad. He liked painting trim, although Benny was actually much better at it. Cathy and Sandra were busy with the rollers painting the walls. Benny was painting the ceiling.“Hello, the house!”Tim put down his little brush and went out to the living room. The flooring guy was standing at the door. The antelope was young and had probably lost its mother and sibling (saiga antelope usually give birth to two young), and because it was lagging behind the herd of 40 or 50 animals it was easy pray for my long spear.The tarp worked out well as a traveling hut, but both women fussed over it incessantly during assembly, making sure I didn't puncture our precious bathing pond while putting it up.Both women insisted on taking their turns with pulling the travois. When I objected, they used my own.