Wendy plucks the tiny tube of shampoo from the shelf and tilts her head with another broad grin. Squeezing a large dollop into her palm, she massages ...t into her scalp, piling up her hair as she goes. Foamy trickles of bubbles snake their way down her neck and between her breasts as she rinses it from her mane. She repeats the process, then again with the conditioner. Smirking with amusement, she relishes the memory of Michael’s sudden change in demeanour as they entered his room. His. ”“Oh gosh, that is so sweet,” she said. “Are you Larry?” she asked.I am sure the look of disbelief showed on my face as I looked into her dark eyes that glimmered with a look that made me feel she was begging me to say yes. Why I had no idea.“Yes, I am,” I said.“Oh gosh Larry, this is unbelievable. I don’t know if I should tell you this but my Mom talked so much about you the last couple months before she passed. We spent so much time together during her chemo treatments and talked about. I squealed with delight and squirmed against him but his firm hands stopped my gyrations so he could draw back...He began to pound his thick cock into me while pulling my hips back so my ass slammed against him, my moans and shrieks of pleasure muffled as I buried my face into the blanket beneath me, my back arched to get him as deep as possible. He drilled me for what seemed like hours, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, then he pulled out, and lay back on the blanket, his cock. I looked over at Preacher, and he nodded his head at me with a big smile on his face. Other than the sergeant I had spoken to, he was the only one that knew I was behind the promotion. I got up and slipped out the door, heading for the chopper pad to catch my ride to Reno to see Agent Thomas. I used the ear bud to tell the radio operator I was coming. When I got to the pad, one of the Whispers was winding up so I climbed in. I got strapped in and put the helmet on so I could speak to the pilot..