“Oh?” I asked.“Jordan Featherstone was on a radio program this morning and...” she began.“Who?” I asked. It wasn’t a name I’d heard be...ore.“Jordan Featherstone,” the woman repeated.“OK,” I replied. I didn’t have enough hands to Google the name so I waited. “What was said?”“This is an exact quote,” Marti said. “‘Liz Larimer, Conny Woodson and Melissa Shepherd are yesterday. They’re has-beens and they’ve been has-beens for a long time. Country music is ready for a new sound ... my sound. It’s. ‘ I panted ‘Aaaah! I think I’m going to cum…’ She stopped and looked up at me, her face was flushed but her eyes were bright and she was smiling, almost laughing, ‘Good’ was all that she said. She gripped the base of my prick firmly with one fist, squeezing so that it became swollen and quivered with the need to release and then her hot mouth once more slid over the glans, this time closing tightly and sucking hard whilst she bobbed her head up and down so that her mouth was moving around just. She looked at him with lust and a little apprehension.“Put it in,” he said, “I’ll go slow and won’t hurt you.”She nodded and reached down and gently took his stalk. She put the head of his shaft against her pussy lips and moved it up and down until it slipped inside her slightly. Jake flexed his hip and the flared crown pushed into her. Despite her wetness, she was virgin-tight. Her eyes widened as he pushed again and an inch of his cock spread her open. She sighed, moaned, and pushed up to him. The situation having been declared and described as best it could; next came the strategizing."So what do we do?" Rob asked the obvious question."Keep our heads down until they move on," Derek said. "It's not like we are really all that visible from the road. If you didn't know this place was here, would you come looking for it?" What about the people that attacked us back in the spring?" Bryan interjected. "They know we are here." People in town know you're here too," Meredith pointed out..