“Cookie, you must have been up all night to have this many bread pans full of biscuits made up.”“I made up my dough and cut out the biscuits las... night while the singing was going on, Marshal.”“Where’s your woman this morning?” Eli asked.“She likes to sleep in. She’ll be up at first light though to help with mixing the gravy and frying the salt meat. I sure got me a good’un, Marshal.”“Then keep her happy, Cookie. Good women are hard to find.”“I reckon you’re right. Took me most of my life to. My. God." Yann cornered me. The lights were dim and the music was loud so I doubted any of Lorraine or Drew's friends noticed the way Yann draped himself around me. I'm sure they'd all noticed his micro-mini skirt and thigh-high boots. "Where did you find Vanni? Talk about your Italian stallions!" Don't look at me; the twins found him sleeping in the den." Lucky brats." So, if he's interested, you're voting 'yes'?" Hell yes." Yann snickered. Then he switched gears and nuzzled against my neck.. She took me into her bedroom and jumped into the shower. When she returned to the room, she wore only an oversized white t-shirt. I was sitting on the couch, naked. My stiff cock stood straight up and pointed at the ceiling, alert. She jumped onto the bed and straddled me. At thirty-seven, she had slept with her fair share of men, and she knew exactly what she wanted. Their tongues intertwined and I took off her t-shirt. Now, we both were bare fleshed, sweating, dry humping on a still-made bed.. It was the first time I’d washed her hair since she got it cut and it was a different experience. In order to get it to stand up in spikes, she used some kind of mousse that was sticky and stubborn to get out of her hair. Once it was gone, though, the strands were just as silky as I remembered—just shorter.“How does Melody get this down her throat?” Kate asked as she fondled my soapy cock. “It just seems so long!”“Mmm. I think she did a lot of practice before she tried it. Lissa has a dildo,” I.