.." Tell me," Lucy whispered as she moved down again, kissing and licking Gina's belly. "I want to hear you telling me what you want..." Lucy," Gina s...ghed. "Please Lucy, please."She was looking down at Lucy now, caressing her hair and slightly lifting her back into the air offering her breasts to Lucy for her to do what she wanted with them. Lucy smiled and slowly traced her fingertips from Gina's belly along her sides, almost over her breasts, but still just teasing, and ending up by her. "I'll be there in half an hour, all right?"She giggled into the phone one more time and told me that would beperfect. I hung up and ran like a madwoman into the bathroom. I hadn'tremoved the sheets from the dryer. Fortunately, I'd put fresh linens onthe beds. I washed my face and did my makeup as fast as I could. My skorts were both dirty and I wasn't about to go peddling over to herhouse wearing my blue pleated skirt. I tore through my dresser in searchof a pair of cutoffs. Finding none, I. Texas. Arkansas. Louisiana. Wherever. It didn't matter. Everythingsouth of Colorado was inbreeder land to them. It was pathetic the way he dancedfrom foot to foot at the street crossing, puffing and rubbing his hands together. "You'd think it was fuckin' forty below!" one of them laughed ashe lit another cigarette. The boys had done their homework, though. They had been workingon this project for months. The Lady was very specific in her tastes and wouldnot be happy if they screwed this up for. Then she got this really desperate look in her spectaculareyes, gasped loudly, then started spurting thick globs of cum allover her stomach, all the way up to her monster titties. Mary Grace was having a good day. So was I. And it was aboutto get better for both of us. Mary Grace drew me to her, kissing me. Tonguing my mouth. Rubbing bodies. Getting her spunk all over me. "Fuck me now, Honey," she gasped. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to do that, since the lovelymysteries of anal sex.