We wound our way higher and higher toward the high country. Soon, we running through deepening patches of ice and snow, but we were behind the cinder ...ruck, so we had good traction and great visibility.Some of the most enjoyable scenery you will find is spread along Route 60. The Salt River Canyon may not be quite as deep as the Grand Canyon, but it does not lack for beauty. The road winds down one face of the canyon and up the other side, giving the traveler a close up look that is not always. But, if she wanted to try to be sexy, he was willing to let her jump around.She had found a radio station that had some dancy-type music and she was swishing around. Her dancing was pretty bad and Harold had a flashback to the stripper he has fucked last night. Shit, the bazoombas on that bitch had been fucking huge, and could she shake them. Not like Alex. Oh, they were jiggling around, but he liked them to flop around, slapping him in the face. You'd need a vice to titty-fuck Alex and that. His hand began stroking my dick, slowly. I could feel the coarseness of his fingers and palm – he made his living as a woodworker these days. No ring; I had never asked if Vincent was married.In an instant, a grunt, and Vincent took to his knees. The roughness of his hand was replaced by the smooth sensation of his lips over my shaft. His wet tongue made a soft bed for my hardening cock, then wiggled its way to the tip, tracing the bumps near the slit slowly, then quickly, then changing speeds. Within minutes she got the required reply and downloaded the information from the flash drive. Her nail biting fifteen-day wait started at that point.Pulling off the mousy wig and the skull net under it she shook out her own hair and started stripping off the cleaner’s costume as she headed for the bathroom off her master bedroom. It took nearly half a jar of makeup remover to cleanse her face and neck then she gratefully climbed under the shower.Tatianna stood in front of her closet and.