I know because I could smell it coming through the telephone wires. But you don't care about that do you! If he wasn't fucking her I wouldn't be fucki...g you. You should send Marge a thank you card or something to show your appreciation."The thought of showing Marge 'my appreciation' caused my dead cock to twitch and since mom had it in her hand she felt it."Oh goodie! Mommy's motherfucker wants to fuck mommy again."She went to work on me, but even her magic mouth couldn't make it happen. We. They had little in the way of ground clearance, and their heavy wheels and stiff frames would be cumbersome to drive on anything less manicured. Their low slung frames made loading and unloading the logs they carried far easier than it would have been otherwise, even allowing them to be loaded or unloaded in an emergency alongside the road. Lucat, the wagon master, didn't seem too concerned about this eventuality, and in truth, having heard the trip described, neither was I. This train, as. And today his ass looked incredible. "Hi, how are you?" Mark said as I entered his office. I guess I must not have answered because he said, "Nicole?" "Oh, hey, I'm good! Sorry, I was just kinda spacing out for a minute." He laughed, "No problem, I know exactly what you mean." I had noticed that there were only about three other cars in the lot besides Mark's and my owns, and I hadn't seen anyone else in the building yet... but as I entered Mark's office, I closed the door behind me. "Just a. "Well, the pepperoni is on the way. She's sitting on the couch and I'm kneeling in front of her with my face buried in her wet snatch. Her panties are pulled aside and my tongue is as far in her as possible."Are you ready, Lori? The guy'll be here any time." "Well, I am a little nervous but I'm also turned on by it. What if he's a pimply nerd?" "Well, you'll have made him one happy dude and he can jack-off all the way back to the store. He'll be luckier than most guys on a Saturday night."Then.