Cheryl just buckled down and helped me with everything and didn’t bat an eye. And her ass… and those legs that went on for days… I want to bury ...y face right there between her legs, show her how it’s done. I know she hasn’t been properly fucked in a long time. Me either, for that matter…“John! You want hot coffee or a cold beer?”“Beer sounds great!”She brought down a cold bottle of Corona while she sipped a mug of coffee.“Put your jacket back on while you rest. Otherwise you’ll get very cold. " Yeah. Heather, it's not ... I'm not ... It's not a line or anything, but could we look at the books at my place?" I'm not sure..." Look, Mum will be home, and we can sit in the dining room. She wouldn't allow us to sit anywhere else anyway." Yeah, well..." I looked at him. He seemed completely legitimate, and I nodded. "Yeah, alright." Great. Listen, do you have a boyfriend I need to clear this with, or something?" No, no need." So you don't have one?" I never said that." So you do?" He was. Admittedly, it didn’t look good. She was hanging helpless several feet above the forest floor, and unless one or more of the tentacles released its grip, she couldn’t see how she was going to get free. On the other hand, why would the tentacles just leave her hanging here?Then she saw, emerging from the dense undergrowth, two further tentacles, writhing their way up towards her helpless body. As they hovered in front of her face, the tip of one of them began to bulge, before seeming to turn. She was concerned about being seeen locally, so we drove a little over an hour into Pennsylvania where I found a really nice restaurant. Thankfully this trip was the break we needed. The ride, the restaurant and the ride back was pleasant and I was happy for the break, my cock needed a rest.When we got back to Linda's house we popped a couple of beers and went out by the pool. The evening was warm and we were just enjoying our beers, watching the stars. It was a great evening. Linda brushed.