He hadn't bothered to take off his wedding ring. Anne/Melody slipped outside and waited in the car with a book. Jeff was tall, with jet black hair, ni...ely groomed and actually fairly handsome. He put an envelope on the bureau. I assumed it had some money in it. I realized I was incredibly nervous and it showed. My hands were trembling as I moved close to him. I couldn't look him in the eye. Then I forced myself to look into his face. "Are you OK," he asked. I admitted I'd never done this. "Ricky?" He paused in flying air-to-groundmissions against the table. "Have you ever had a chili pie?" I askedhim. I would have said a Frito pie, but I was gonna have to improvise. "A what?" He sounded skeptical.***12:23 12 Mar He was chowing down on it like he'd never objected to it in thefirst place. I supposed I should have felt guilty about feeding himjunk food, but it was organic chili stuff and low-fat nacho chips, so hewas eating better than I'd tell him. Stella was. Earla kept moaning and making sounds of enjoyment as the cadence of the machine beat time to the in and out of the big dildo. Slowly Jean speeded up the stroking even faster and is sounded like an old steam engine train running flat out along the plains. Earla had her six climaxed for the morning in that one hours being fucked by that gigantic horse cock dildo. That night in their bedroom, Jean was showing Harry the video of how Earla reacted to the fuck machine and he spoke softly to her. ?I. She glanced back over her shoulder, winked, and mouthed silently into the corner where I was hidden: "Want to play…?"Distracted by her pouty lips, I could only nod silently. When her hand snaked around to the front of my trousers, my gasp was not even audible above the angry mutterings of the crowd. Positioned as we were in the corner, back against the wall, neither was worried about being noticed. She brushed against my hardened cock, which was already straining forcibly against my trousers.