I can't do as much work as you do out in the field so I want to learn to cook to do my part. I found a ton of cookbooks on the shelf and I bet I could...do a good job of it." Chris frowned. "Lynn, hey. Don't kill yourself here. You don't have to prove yourself or make up for anything at all. I mean, if you want to learn to cook, great. I'd love to have some help. But, that's what it'd be - help. I'll still cook, too. I don't expect you to-" "I just want to be useful," Lynn interrupted. "I don't-. Damn!I said ‘take off your panties.’ ‘No, it’s special like this’, she said.Anything she feels as ‘special’ when I feel her pussy is just fine with me.Now she had my shorts off too, and my cock was as hard and as full as it’s ever been. She was waving it back and forth and sliding her hand up and down it’s length, occasionally squeezing or twisting the head gently, teasingly. It never felt better, bursting to blast off.I pulled the leg-band aside and tugged on one of her pussy-lips.That didn’t. I felt a current stroke entered in my body, and then i undid my shorts immediately…then again kissing. Her hands on my inners, she took out d tool n was shock to see d Eifel Tower rod of 8 inches rod with 3 inches thickness…slowly looking into my eyes she went near it n stated to eat d Choco bar ,as it was d first time in my life i was in heaven all d way…n she was taking deep into her throat i was moaning n caressing her back n stripping her bra n underwear of her…i was cumming n then she. I try to sit down and read something, but I can’t concentrate at all and I keep getting up and pacing around and then sitting back down and then getting up and ... It’s a long hour.Irving’s face is unreadable when he brings Hugo back. Before I can ask how it went he looks at me. “All right, girl, your turn,” he says. “Come on.”“Me? That wasn’t what we agreed—”“It’s what we’re agreeing right now, Linda.” He’s brusque. “Let’s go.”Not much choice, I guess. First I go over to kiss Hugo, I’m not.