"How many Monday evenings have I come over to split abottle of wine with you while you put out your paper? I've watched youwork." He chuckled again.... "You've even let me try my hand at settingtype or working your press just to see how you did it." I found that block you had set the ads in," he continued, "so some ofthe work was already done. Incidentally, a few pieces of type gotmelted by the fire, and some more must've gotten softened by the heat.The letters on them are distorted."Roscoe. I had never had my ass eaten before, but Amber's tongue made me squirm with delight. She circled around my rosebud, rimming my anus slowly, then slid her tongue up my clasping backdoor. She pulled on my hardening cock as she tongue-fucked my asshole. I sucked wildly on Drew's fat organ as my rectum spasmed around Amber's slithering tongue.After a few minutes of licking my ass, Amber said hotly, "Sean, I think Drew's hard enough. Now I want to see him fuck you up the ass."I stared at my friend's. It was relatively undamaged but the angle the truck was leaning and the brush made it difficult. I struggled out of my seat, climbed out and examined my truck. I could see that it was totaled. When I swerved off the road down into that gully, it ended up half embedded in a big-assed pine tree after knocking down several others on the way down the bank. Damn! It looked like I’d be walking out. I went around back to the camper and checked myself out in what was left of the mirror. I had a real. She reached for me, and I backed up. "Yes I do, dammit. I know him!"Another man walked over. "Dutchie, calm yourself or you'll have another stroke."The only thing that made any sense was that Dutchie was the older woman in the picture on the younger shopkeeper's side table the day I shared her first intercourse. But that day I'd only met her father, who'd socked me back to the present with a stroke of his baseball bat.To avoid further embarrassment, the shopkeeper rolled her mother away. "I'm.