That little part of my job drained me immensely, and I was exhausted. Normally I would walk home – I’d always had a weight problem and didn’t wa...t it getting ahead of me again – but I was just too tired. Besides, my gay friend was the perfect person to talk with about my little problem. The ‘J’ stood for Jonathan, a name he hated. No one called him that, except maybe his mother – a prissy, matronly, society woman who was deeply ashamed of her son’s sexuality. After a ten minute drive, we sat in. After rolling off his horse, she told him that she was still feeling very raw from last night’s passionate and gallant fucking and felt uncomfortable to continue taking his humongous cock in her puss.Undoubtedly, Jevon got disappointed, thinking the morning’s fun time was over as he saw her walking to the bathroom. In a moment she was back from the bathroom, holding the tube of KY warming gel in her hand and passed it to him as she climbed back on the bed. Stuffing several pillows under her. " There's just the two of you, right?" Uh, yeah," Evie answered. "Our folks live in Denver."Diana seemed to reconsider for a second. "Well, you're certainly going to eat before you go, but I still think you could wash your clothes, stay the night, and it would be much easier on you tomorrow. You could always go for a short drive, then come back here. But that's up to you." Oh, my gosh," Dave said, elaborately sniffing the air."That is southern fried chicken that you smell," Laura said, putting. “What’s up?” he asked.“Not on the phone,” I said ominously.“Okay meet me at the store,” he suggested.“Will thirty minutes work for you?” I asked.“I’m here now,” he said.When I got to the show I filled him in on what had happened. After I finished he spoke.“Have you been smoking the left over stuff?” he asked almost seriously. “I think you are seeing things. Marge might see a chance to build a criminal enterprise here. Which is the most likely scenario. There would be no reason to squeeze her..