Although his wife hated most things about life in the wilds, she had always seemed to be fond of the horse. That pleased Wood--who hadn't the faintest...idea of just how fond of that horse his wife was, and in what manner."I'll be back in a couple of hours," he said."Take your time," said Michelle.Wood went out. Michelle sat in the chair, waiting until she heard the Jeep start up and drive away, bouncing over the rough road. Then a smile brightened her face. She drew the hem of her skirt higher. Each touch of his tongue felt like heaven, and the hotter I felt, the wetter I got, and the faster he licked my fluids, as if wanting to leave nothing to waste, it must have been a good 5 minutes of pure bliss before I could feel my body give in, I felt it coming.“Aaaaaaaah!”, I felt it again, all of my muscles contracting, my body shivering, wave after wave of pleasure hit me indiscriminately, it took me a long while to finally regain my senses and raise my head again.“Holy shit Rocky, that. What is your Social Security Number?”“Sorry. Don’t give that out to strangers.”“Does it end in 827?”“Nope. Good bye now.”“WAIT! That was a test. Does it end with 360?”“Okay. Yes.”“What’s your ... uhm. You won’t answer that ... How can we do this, Chris? It’s really important.”She eyed the text book sitting on the desk with a sigh. Her gaze slid over to the screen-capture of the photo of her team mate, Roscoe. He was a good looking bastard: late 20s, light hair, cocky grin.“You say you’re. "I'm not gonna need a car in New York, so why don't you take it," I said."You mean it?" she asked, as her eyes got wide, and she tensed her legsto prevent herself from jumping up and down with joy."Don't get too excited," I said. "It's not exactly a Mercedes." But it's a car," she said. "And it's mine.Lexi dangled the keys in front of her face, like she was looking at acrystal or an expensive piece of jewelry, and my mom quickly snatchedthem out of her hand."We'll have to set some ground rules,.