At some point the weight overcame the support, and they slid down, past her fingertips, to rest, nestled just in the hollow formed by her two legs and...so recently busy pubic mound.Her attentions had moved on by then, and she'd carefully taken my cock in both hands. While her thumbs slid up the lower surface, pulling the loose skin over the shaft just a little, her fingertips were dancing on the opposite side, pressing and sliding, gathering my full attention. Her fingers milked still more. ‘I’ll have a cheeseburger with bacon, fries, and a cola,’ Mitch said. ‘Coming right up,’ the woman replied. She got a hamburger patty out of a cooler, put it on the grille, and dropped some fries into the deep fryer. ‘Traveling through?’ she asked Mitch while the food cooked. ‘Actually, no, I just moved to town a few weeks ago,’ he replied. ‘I’m surprised I haven’t seen you here before. I eat here a lot. Food here’s really good.’ ‘Thank you for saying so,’ the woman said. ‘My husband and I run. And it’s all your fault, Ben Calhoun! You did this to me!” Amy giggled, then scooted around the table and into her uncle’s arms. She searched for his lips, probing them with her tongue, and wrestling with his as she gained entrance.“God, Girl, but you’re gonna be the death of me yet, aren’t you” Ben teased, the gleam of love bright in his eyes. “First you suck me off, then jack me off, and now you’re about to ravish me again? I sure hope this youngster of ours can get his schedule right, or I’m. She also had her work gloves tucked into her back pocket. The thin chain and locket that she always wore the only truly feminine thing she wore – except her underclothes, of course. Her chemise and the knickers had been altered to wear under the pants and were a soft silk. She couldn’t bring herself to wear men’s underclothes. She headed to the kitchen hoping to find coffee and maybe a bite to eat. She could hear James and Billy, laughing in the side yard. Looking out the window she nearly lost.