The strong, sure slaps landing on my back brought me back to the present. I was happy to be seeing colors again, instead of that blurry picture of bad...y mixed shades of a moment before. Jeanie was standing in front of me, brows frowned in worry as she looked me up and down. ‘Are you ok?’ She asked. ‘Yes…’ I wheezed. Hey, I’m an artist, I’m allowed to overreact. ‘Here, sit down. I’ll get you a glass of water.’ She hurried me to one of the s**ttered boxes, pushing me down gently before rushing. Her nipples stood hard and prominent.I was just about to erupt inside of her throat and needed my seed to be spent elsewhere. I pulled her up by her hair and spun her around. She fell forward onto the bed with her elbows breaking the fall. She was bent over at the waist with her pussy directly in front of my turgid cock.I tore at her bikini bottoms ripping them off of her. I looked down to see her pussy lips bloated and distended. Her honey pot glistening with arousal. Placing my bloated cock. He circles my thick nub expertly, each time his hot hand thrusts in and out of my pussy. I come again, but this time all over his mouth. He continues through the shower, letting my juices run down his neck and chest."Mmmm," a sound of satisfaction comes from Allen as he sits back on his heels, and looks up at me with a pleased smile. "I think you liked that?" he says hopefully, his one hand still moving slowly, languidly, over my folds."Mmmm, hmmm. Now I'm going to return the favor." His face. "I have an order for four freight wagons, this is the first one. Would you be interested in helping build them. I could pay you $ .75 per day plus your room and board."I thought about it for a minute."My wife is a very good cook," he enticed."How long will the job take?" I asked him."I think it will take about three weeks," he answered."Alright, you have a helper," I told him. Home cooking was sounding mighty good.I put my stock out in his pasture, and put my gear in the storage room.Mrs..