My work would be a labor of love, preparing the flower beds for planting. The smells of the rich earth, the feel of the dirt in my hands, the warmth o... the sun on my back, were healing and reinvigorating.Barbara was thirty-one and I was twenty-three when we married. My friends thought I was crazy for marrying an older woman. Barbara's eleven-year-old daughter, Vicki, was additional evidence of my insanity as far as my friends could see. But I could see much farther. I saw in Barbara what I. .. we were now in a serious pickle and probably hundreds of miles away from anything resembling help. We were going to need to kick some serious ass to get our own fannies safely out here, not to mention finding Bel, and I was going to need help!"Look, this would be a really convenient time to do something useful." I snarled, and rather loudly. "For starters, can you purge the happy juice from out of Janice? We're walking at a crawl down the sides of a nearly pitch black freaking pyramid when. I can only get off sometimes." Zoba's eyes looked so incredibly glazed over from the amount of wine she had to drink. It seemed like more than usual, but Jamike didn't notice how much of a difference two glasses made for her until then."I just give her everything she wants but still keep control. Then we both get pleasure." Zoba could feel her pussy getting hot. She wanted so badly to fuck Jamike since they met at the coffee shop. His light brown hair and blue eyes and always caught her. .."I hear you got those soft lipsYou know, from word of mouthWord to DrakeI bet you get all kinds of complimentsIf I’m not mistaken...Let’s not pretendYou know them...From the “pretty lips”To the bold “DSL” complimentsTo that dreaded question that I get tempted to ask...But I won’t do itI’m different than mostBut all I want is thisThis isn’t to boastOr to do the mostAll I want is you to lick your lipsAnd kiss meAmber, can’t you see?All those compliments are trueOr... You already knew?"She read.