They bought furniture together, and as long as it was functional and comfortable, he agreed to the colors she chose, including the colors for the new ...raperies and shades. Rachel felt at home on the McCord farm. She was delighted with the summers there, which were less hot and oppressive than Savannah, plus there were acres and acres of land to explore, mostly groves of glorious hardwoods, and they were peaceful; shady and cool. She was charmed by a small spring-fed pond to cool off and swim in. I crouched in my seatwith my chest heaving to catch my breath and my heart pounding like a bass drum. I wasn’t calm now. I felt sick, to be honest. My clothes were in a mess and I was in a panic. I had to get out of there. My trembling fingers found the key in the ignition, gave it a turn, and….. nothing. No dash lights, no clicking, and certainly no engine cranking.Oh, crap, double crap, crap, crap. This definitely wasn’t part of the plan.I sat there. Susan only mentioned it to explain how her anticipation was even greater than usual when she finally had a chance to have fun with him later in the afternoon.But Suzanne seized upon the event, asking detailed questions about Heather's visit. After Susan explained all she knew, Suzanne thought, A-ha! It's like I thought. Sweetie played hard to get for so long that Heather couldn't handle it anymore and went straight for the jugular. Or should I say the cock. I was right that she's the sort who. Tom's cock was a lot smaller than Hamid's was, but he had an erection nevertheless, and he didn't have to wait for long until Tom had ejaculated his own sperm. He did, so that it landed across Cynthia's tummy. The amount of sperm he produced was meager, and it had a watery consistency; nothing like Hamid's much more abundant, and thicker, creamier sperm. Still, though it felt a little odd to watch this other guy ejaculating, there was also something strangely exciting about it. Tom groaned.