The coins Uncle Samuel has made are all dated 1989. For both the silver dollar and the gold eagle. If you see any of those, then you probably are look...ng at my uncle’s work.”“The state’s centennial,” John said.“Yeah. He was 56 and able to retire that year.” Herb shared.“Thanks, Herb. I got somebody sitting in front of me. Thanks for your information.” John informed.“You’re welcome, Mr. Taylor. Have a good afternoon.” Herb finished and hung up.John looked up and offered a thank you to Gaia then. It was a hot mess, a sexy, steamy mess ... it was wonderful! They all smelled of sex now, and when everyone freshened up a bit, they were able to relax at last.“Have some breakfast. There is still plenty left and we can heat it up a bit over the stove, if you wish,” Jamie invited his ex-girlfriend, “we need to talk, I believe.”“Yes, honey, we do. Look ... I’ve been a real ... bitch ... shrew ... cunt, whatever you feel like calling me. I wasn’t Miss Faithful or Innocent when I caught you with. There was no way he could stop himself from sinking his rock hard manhood into her warm, tight hole…he could barely hold back! She appeared to think for a moment. She closed her eyes, trying to ease the intense feelings in her pussy with absolutely no success. She opened them and saw over nine inches of cock sticking straight out, the top of which was pressed against her treasure. That did it. “I could probably come over after he sleeps, but it will be late!” She relented. “Now come on!”. So here I was lying in bed with one of the sexiest woman I know and I had to make sure I didn't get a hard on and embarrass myself. I did everything I could from thinking about football to my work. Eventually it worked because I drifted off to sleep. We must have been driving a while because when I woke up it was dark. My father-in-law was still driving and Carol was sleeping soundly next to me. Her butt was up against my groin and I couldn't stop myself from getting hard. Since she was asleep.