That fella Jimbo was always so vigilant, all professional like, being a militiary man and all that, just like his dad. He would always have someone on...watch, to guard them from the federal government tyrannists who want to take all our land and stuff. Frankly, all of that was a little too complicated for her, but Jethro seemed knowledgeable and so she trusted his judgement. The driveway was dark, the sheriff had gone for the day. Those federal types didnt hang around after dark, but you never. "I said:"Okay."Spending some ample time unconscious, sleeping naked, I felt something wet on my cock, so, before I turned up the sheets to look, I asked:"You couldn't resist me for too long, huh?"She asked:"What hon?"Curious, I said:"Um, honey, if you're in there, then, who sucking my cock?"Then, I pulled up the sheets only to find out that Maggie had her lips on it. I said:"It's only Maggie."Then I said:"Well, it looks like you're horny from directing all that sex. Okay, come here, miss. "I'm supposed to be in Europe, but the Navy stuck me out here on the left coast. They just don't know how to read a dream sheet." I smiled."What do you do with the Navy?" She asked."Im a communications specialist." I answered.She smiled glowingly and said. "I'm into communications to."I laughed and said. "That's what you do on your planet when you're not selling pop corn."She smiled and said. "Something like that."Oh, could I have a buttered pop corn and a Coke?" I asked."Wouldn't you rather. Her pretty face was slightly flushed. Rachel had long, dark hair and green eyes. Lust wasn't really obvious in her expression. But when she looked down at her body, she saw that her nipples were sticking out against her blouse, stiff with passion. She wondered if Marylou had noticed that. She hoped not. And yet, in another way, she hoped that the brazen girl had noticed how aroused she had become--and suspected that Rachel was going to finger-fuck herself. It was darkly thrilling to imagine.