This was a pretty remote area of Montana, after all.“How do you want to do this?” Béla asked. “Do you just want me to stand here?”“No, lie ...own,” Jake replied.Béla lay her naked body down across the dirt road.“Lengthwise,” Jake corrected her. “I was to run the tire right into your pussy.”Béla lay down; her body lined up along some dry tire tracks from when someone drove through here in the mud. She spread her legs and looked down the length of her body at the car. “Like this?”“Perfect!” Jake. I knew—and understood what it meant to us—that he was a writer. If he was working he went into his office and closed the door. I wouldn’t bother him unless it was something urgent. When he wasn’t working he was great with Millie. If I were tired I could take a nap knowing our baby was in good hands—and that meant diaper changes, feeding and bathing, and naps. He did have to travel some, but it wasn’t too often, and usually just for a day or two. His writing was progressing nicely. His first. Stroking him as I washed him, We finally rinsed off and toweled dry and walked back into the suite I pulled a chair out in the middle of the room and told him to sit we were both naked both very aroused I dropped to my knees in front of him and began kissing his inner thighs he spread his legs as wide as he could to open up for me He and I both were hungry for each other I slipped his rigid cock into my mouth and began sucking with no abandon working his cock in and out of my mouth licking and. Still, we checked under the desk and in the small closet to be sure before canceling our bubbles.“They’re gone,” Carry said just before Roy appeared in the door with an older man in an expensive suit.“What is going on here?” the man demanded, only slightly taken back by the sight of our weapons.“We are looking for this man and had reason to believe that he had contacted Randolph Stevens. The secretary confirmed that this man, Greg Hawthorn, was here when Mr. Stevens returned from lunch,” I told.