Yes, we had fucked, enduring, that night at the Candy Lady’s house party after I’d fixed her oil burner’s plugged up nozzle. It was a different ...ind of furnace man service this time extending my penis to seven neighbor ladies who loved to knit.Mrs. Jordan was part of the hilarity calling themselves ‘P.I.N.G’, the plugged in nozzle gang, following my work fixing the Candy Lady’s furnace.My partner Gordon and I had worked on the Jordan’s ancient furnace many times in the past and now she called. There I feel it is connected to some kind of vibrating egg. “My ass and pussy are stimulated but my clit starts to feel left out hun, would you take the honors?” she asks me rather sternly. I glide my tongue over her clit, softly at first. Soon she grabs my head and starts grinding her pussy and clit into me. “Your clit is stiffening baby,” I say with my mouth full. I start sucking on it and let it popping in and out of my mouth. She starts moaning and breathing heavily. I am slightly. I really wanted a MIG-31"Foxhound", but they had better security in Russia.I made a deal with Mother. She took them, everything except the ultralight, under her wing, so to speak. "If you ever get out of this you can have them back," and she chuckled. I could almost hear, "Fat Chance" in there.About Montana:I believe I've mentioned this before, but it stands repeating. "You can't get there from here." Most Easterners don't understand the concept. Unless you happen to be from Vermont ... they. I could make out Pepper booing me and when I looked over she gave me the finger. Well, at least Keira was on my side.After the game was normally time to party and see which rally girl I could take home, but tonight I would be doing no such thing. Well, I should rephrase that, I was going to party, but the only girl I was going to take home was already staying there.Despite my awesome touchdown we had actually lost, which in my opinion was a fairly minor thing because the guys who beat us were.