“Oh yes!” I cry out in a high-pitched squeal. “I’mterrific!” I realize my yelling has frightened him.“Good!”...I reply happily. “Because I like a screamer!”And then he does it again. And then he does it yet again.“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I yell out as he starts to fuck me.I’ve never before been called a screamer, but then Inever before was given the opportunity. I find I like thetitle.Very quickly I feel an orgasm approach. His. I hoped that the walls were thick enough to disguise Angela's shouts of pleasure when she got her "tingles" just the way she liked it. At the breakfast table the next morning I could tell she probably heard every dirty thing her sister said when she was taking it like a good little girl. I knew Angela didn't give a shit about stuff like that but I found it a little embarrassing because the younger sister was a hot number and I think she might have experience in making the young boys happy down. Yummy! For the hell of it I repeated with my other breast.I slowly, casually walked through the other rooms, not finding much kinky to do but still getting off on just being naked. Well, except for the front room where the customers come. It has big windows, so I just stepped in and then quickly stepped out of it, just to be able to say I'd done it.Finally I got to the old two car garage, where the big walk in flower cooler took up one whole side. The other side had two big tables where we. "The weather guys were saying we're supposed to get dumped on in the next few days. I sure hate that digging-out stuff." I always thought the old folks who headed to Florida in the winter were sort of chickening out," another one of the guys around the table said. "But I'll tell you what, the older I get the better the idea seems." Well, it's not like Catalina and I are going down there to sit on our butts," Roger pointed out. "We're going to head back after the holidays." Did you get.