I could not feel my cunt. It was numb.I hardly remember the fourth day. It may have been the weekend. I idled in my home, furious that I could act no ...wifter in dream. I bathed for hours in steaming waters, scented, soothing. I planned and I plotted, but night took long in returning.The fifth night. He rode across the sun drenched meadow, leaping like a puppy, glaring like death. Rampant need pursued him. I stood this time, above the grasses that scraped my calves. I knelt at his approach and. I had a breakthrough of my own. I ran a drill bit through the nozzle on the injector ... hey! It didn’t work before ... these damn mechanical injectors clog ... and the French and German monster hadn’t run in years. Cleaning the injectors worked. I contacted the factory and wheedled a single injector out of them. I know somebody who machines complete injectors for tractor pulls. For the sum of 25 grand for the first one and $2,190 per set of six thereafter, he built me injectors that fed a. "I can't believe we are late again," Karen laughed. "Why can't you believe it? We are late everyday." I took off my band-t revealing my lacy black bra and turned away from Karen blushing a little. We had undressed here before, but this time we were alone and it felt akward. "You ok?" she asked a little concered. "Yeah, I'm fine." I turned to face her. She had taken off her white blouse revealing a white bra that was obviously too small. Her breast looked like they were about to burst out of it.. “Naughty little bitch,” he said bowing until their foreheads touched. Both parties stared at the cock-teasing until she pulled him in. Bass and falsetto moans jumbled and their foreheads remained tethered as they grinded against each other. Mac’s jacket rolled off his sinewy arms and he wrapped up her braided ponytail – also palming the back of her head. Table legs creaked and the surface wobbled like a raft as their gyrations continued. The meeting of fore-heads had adjourned and made way for.