Hell, his mouth had always been even more dangerous than his blaster. On Lost Landing, they’d called him “Fast-one Cas” for the yarns he’d spu....At least they had, until at age 18 he’d caught the eye of Farmer Barnett’s eldest daughter at a barn raising one night. After Becky told everyone how Cas had blown his load on her best square-dancing petticoat, the nickname had taken on a sort of double meaning. Cas had eventually figured out how to use his mouth to make it up to Becky for the stain, of. Her fingertips teased me as she ran her hands lightly through my chest hair, watching my cock jerk involuntarily."I know what you're thinking, Bill," she laughed. "But you know, lots of patients have fantasies about nurses. So, don't be embarrassed." She pulled the sheets back over me. My hard cock started to relax as I began to realize that nothing was going to happen after all. I couldn't help staring at her body as she leaned over me. I could see just a hint of the beautiful lacy bra she was. Press this button. That is what it says, yes?'Leah glanced up from her sitting position on the lift floor, pausing as if the question might not have been for her, before finally nodding.The man stopped pacing (such as it was, the lift floorspace being only two by two metres). 'But it's not doing anything!'Leah pulled a tattered handkerchief from her pocket and mopped her brow. 'Yes it is. It's sending a signal to the engineer's office on the ground floor, to reset the duty cycle switch and get. Slowly, my wife opened, accepting more and more of his hand. He worked it in and out slowly while twisting side to side. I watched it go in deeper and deeper until the tight ring of my wife’s pussy slipped over the heel of his thumb, then contracted around his wrist. “Oh fuck! Oh Shit! Fuck!” my little wife screamed, not caring who might hear. She grabbed the boy’s arm and helped him work it back and forth. For the first time in her life, she was fucking an entire fist buried completely inside.