She had cleaned his car out just the week before and it hadn't been there then. She thought of all those evenings when she sat at home alone or was fo...ced to pay someone to sit with her children while she went to work. She thought of all the times when he came home without offering an explanation for where he had been. And she thought of the times when he hadn't come home at all. She had tried not to think that there might be someone else.She dropped the bag of trash and carried the empty. She was kissing biting my tongues lips and rubbing my hair and pushing me closer. I rubbed faster and she got her next orgasm slowly took my hands and started to massage her mulas. She loosened her bottom so that I can access her pussy easily and kept my hand there. I just put hands inside her panty and feels jungle there.She wasn’t clean shaven, her love juices were flowing out of her pooure (pussy).Its hot there and sticky. I slowly rubbed my fingers there and felt her hot pooure (pussy) and. Speaking of that, last winter, I got stuck directing traffic on a bad wreck. I guess we were out there a little over four hours. This lady came by, stopped for a second, rolled down her window and asked how I took my coffee. I told her lots of cream and two sugars. A little later, she came back through and handed me a big cup of coffee, smiled and kept going. I didn't even get a chance to get her tag number so I could call her and thank her. But I surely did appreciate the coffee. I was about. ———————————————— Zeke hummed softly to himself as he worked, digging into his backpack. Carefully, he pulled out the rather heavy cones he’d stuffed in his pack at the shuttle, as well as his pocket computer, and some low impedance cables. Putting back one of the warheads, he carefully, opened the hatch upon it, scratching his chin nervously as he looked at the tiny computer. How much time? Five minutes? Ten? He’d have to set it to a time frame the computer could not possibly decode in time..