Then Burt raised his middle finger and inserted it into the blonde's vagina. She closed her eyes and fought to keep her knees from buckling as he fing...red her for a full minute, and then brought the finger out and up to his nose and smelled it. He turned and singled out his hostess, Cynthia Armstrong, and with a deliberately elaborate gesture, put the finger in his mouth and sucked on it.Tess locked the door to the bathroom, sat down on the toilet and put her face in her hands. A moment later. “Smart Cars.” John shared, “They get really good mileage.”“Save me one, we are on the way.” Margaret’s smile came through the phone.“Sheri, how are you guys doing?” John asked his sister, “You don’t know what to do? Do you want to manage a car dealership? I have 40 smart cars and almost 2,000 more coming our way. There is also a place to live on the property. Come to the bank. See you soon.”“John, there is a Chester Turner who roomed with me at WSU. He’s a good guy, but he’s bored to death. She hated working at the inn, but that wasn't the reason for her frustration. Her lover, the inn's cook, had been away for nearly a month, shopping for spices in the city. It had been a long, lonely time apart. She always found herself aroused when he was away, but the last few weeks had been particularly bad. He had finally returned home late last night, too tired to do anything but go to sleep. She wanted him so badly she could taste it. The unwanted attention from customers was especially. My pussy dripping wet. Then pulling his fingers away, my pussy wept, desperate for them to be back inside me. He pushed me back from him. I was suddenly confused, how could he build me up like that and then push me back? When he started to ease his top off, his stomach was toned and tight, his skin was tanned. I had never realised how fit Tom was. I just stared at him, like a little school girl, almost drooling. He picked me up, twisted me around, so I was sitting on the edge of the sofa. I.