‘Not that sore at all, really.’ Not so sore that she wasn’t longing to feel him inside her again, to experience that exquisite stretching, that ...ittersweet friction that was pleasure bordering pain. That overwhelming sense of completion she’d felt as he’d driven into her again and again… ‘That bath was great,’ she went on quickly in case he really could read her thoughts. ‘I left you the water, actually, in case you wanted it. I didn’t think there’d be enough hot water left for you otherwise.. She won’t be believed.”“OK. Let’s put the groceries away.”We did and Jessica noted that we didn’t buy eggs.“Ask Kara about that,” I said with a wry smile.“Call the farm and let them know we’re here and that you’ll be over to get eggs,” Kara smirked.I went back to the phone and dialed the number. Bill Junior, answered and after I told him who I was, and what I wanted, he said to come over, and that I should talk to his mom about having everyone over for dinner. I told him I’d be there in fifteen. I became aware of the presence of her finger feverishly rubbing her swollen clit with one hand, while kneading her bouncing tits with her other hand. Shortly, she began gyrating her ass wildly, and moaning loudly. I prepared myself for what was about to happen, as she folded her body over and pressed her pussy hard into my face, almost suffocating me. The entire sofa seemed to jump up and down, as her hot girl cum filled up my mouth and overflowed all over my face, trickling down into my. The water still spilled forth for several more seconds, but the flow was soon stopped. As she swept the water on the counter into the sink with a sponge, she asked, “What did you do?”“Nothing. The machine is busted,” answered Oscar defensively. He hadn’t done anything strange. He had put the water in the area where the water was supposed to go and filled the area for coffee with ground coffee.She looked around at the brewer and replied, “You didn’t put the lid on the coffee pot. That didn’t.