He left a twenty dollar bill with a note saying "cab fare". He locked the door behind them and led Brian back to the comfortable chairs."Damn, I look ...orward to . . . you know . . . 'seeing' her . . . Too bad because I know she needs that fifty-bucks. She could still wind up with it, I mean, you know, depending on how things go."Brian fidgeted. He found it hard to admit to cocksucking and besides wasn't talking about sexual things with his mother's boyfriend somewhat wrong? Like some kind of. .. If I didn't keep this up with Tom now, was I going to take my chances finding another man if I decided I wanted cock again ...? That's a risk on several levels ... My cock was stirring as I debated in my head ..."Ok. See you tomorrow," I responded."I knew you'd come around. Fuck you tomorrow," came across my phone.I was horny now so I rushed into the bathroom and lowered my shorts. I pulled up the picture of Tom's cock on my phone and started jerking off, thinking about him inside of me. I. Come on Maggie, let’s get this hay started.”Emmitt’s job was to pick up a bale from in front of the barn, put it on the conveyor and Maggie would stack it in the loft. He licked his lips staring at her hairy pussy as she climbed the ladder to the loft. Every trip to the conveyor, Emmitt looked up her baggy shorts at her hairy tight pussy. It was hot and dusty up there but if he had more time, he'd slip into the loft with Maggie and give his daughter another good fuckin'. His cock ached for her. Mark’s clear, sharp voice described the play approaching the fifteen-minute point, “Johnson carries the puck over Kingston’s blue line with Elliott and Gibson defending! Johnson passes to Campbell by the half boards and is immediately checked by Carson! The puck slides into the corner where Hayward battles against Gibson for its possession!”Grunts and heavy breathing were their only sounds as their sticks and skates fought for the puck along the boards.“Hayward manages to pass the puck behind.