She purred and pressed herself against me. "Fuck me," she breathed, "fuck me again." A delicious shiver ran up my spine, and my cock was hard again. I...knelt behind her, and slid my staff in between her warm solid thighs.I entered her slowly, running my hands lightly over the skin of her hips and her buttocks, my eyes closed and my head back. Her pussy was moist and open, and my cock slid easily in, lubricated by her juices and by the thick white flow of my semen from our sex before breakfast.. Inside was a single folded piece of paper that had written in print; “OPEN YOUR E-MAIL AND CLICK YES ON OUR TERMS OF SERVICE!” Joyce looked over the brief yet commanding message. She checked the envelope; it was indeed addressed to her by name and desk.Submitting to her curiosity in the knowledge that her work would keep for the next five minutes, she opens up her e-mail. There she found several of the usual notices for updates on her social networking accounts. Nothing strange there. A thought. She took my finger up to the knuckle, her tongue wrapping it."Look Shirsten, I don't know why it didn't occur to me until just now that your dad's the sheriff of the fucking town, but I'm not about to have him find me ON... IN, his daughter, IN a patrol car!" I was still whispering, but I hoped I was making an impression on her, besides the one on her tongue. But, no. She leaned over, popped my finger from her mouth and stuck her tongue in my mouth! Can you imagine the gall? She kept her face. When the doors opened and out walked Bobo, EVERYONE fled. Bobo kneeled next to him. “I’ll be at your place in five minutes.” He whispered.Doc tipped his hat and pulled out his gun. Bobo was gone. He stood up, dusted himself of and checked that Bobo didn’t do any damage. He walked back to his place and looked around. He wondered if he should dress the place up a little. Maybe some candles. No, just the lube. He remembered the night before with Bobo and stripped the bed. He’d just finished making.