'Oh really!' Bridgette smiled and gave Misty a hug. 'Mr. Cole is one hot looking guy. I wouldn't kick him out of my bed!' She laughed thinking of his ...reat body and all the things he could do to a woman's body. 'We live right next door to you guys.' Bridgette smiled to Misty wondering if Misty was into girls or not.'Nice to meet you.' Misty smiled to the girls and remembered what Shelly had told her about them. 'I would be his slave anytime, anyplace!' She said thinking of him licking her pussy. The only thing I don't like is working the overnight ten to six shift. You can't get a free beer after about twelve o'clock! Still, sometimes there are compensations, occasionally glorious ones. The following is an account of one such summer night.It was about eleven o'clock. I had just set up the radar on a back road and was now busy drinking coffee from a flask and reading the latest Irvine Welsh novel, musing how well he seems to understand those Scottish male traits of casual racism,. Would I prefer to withdraw or would I be willing to stay in concealment and observe the messenger’s reward? I confessed my curiosity to see how messengers were rewarded in Brobdingnag. Griselda contrived the necessary concealment. I remained suspended in the apron pocket with my head protruding and secured by the pocket’s fastening. Griselda cut a finger off a worn lace glove and pulled the finger over my head. I could see through the lace but to a casual observer my sheathed head appeared as a. I pulled her ass and entered her cunt. She blissfully cried out, “Oh yes, fill my pussy as only you can, it feels so good, don’t stop lover, fuck me!” She bounced on my cock and her tits bounced too. Her buttocks humped passionately as my cock disappeared in her wet cunt. Jaggi’s wife was in a state of sublime ecstasy.Jaggi stroked his cock. It was average 5 inch cock.”Suck it wife…suck my cock!” She parted her lips and sucked it in her mouth. As she bobbed up and down on my dick and sucked.