My thighs were getting wetter as I stood with crossed legs. Afraid I might drip cum on the kitchen floor at any moment, or cum would slide down my leg... past my skirt's hem, I asked hubby to stir the pasta for a couple of minutes because I just had to pee. As soon as I was out of sight I had my hand up my skirt to catch any drips. Upstairs, Jason was just coming out of the hallway bathroom after washing his cock as I was passing to use the master bathroom to sit on the toilet for a quick douche.. I was back at the bandits' camp in a couple hours of hard riding. No, I didn't want help, since I wanted the whole reward for myself. $100 isn't much if you have to split it up.My plan was to stampede the horses in all directions and let the rustlers split up to chase them. I would wait for them to return to camp with the recovered horses and shoot them as they came back singly or in pairs.I took both my rifles to a good location for the ambush and waited for dawn. Just as the sun appeared, I. David cleared his throatShe looked up over the magazine and her glasses at him. "Yesss?" she said,clearly annoyed at being interrupted from her reading."I'm here...ummm for the, ah, job offered.... for testing?"She nodded, "Mmm hmm," and sighed as she took a piece of gum out of hermouth, wrapped it in a piece of paper, and then leaned forward. Shepressed an intercom button. "Doctor, we got another one in here who wants'the treatment'."The intercom buzzed and a static laden voice came over the. Like father, like son, I guess.My husband had worked for Stoneman and Associates, an Architectural firm, for twelve years, when he suddenly died from a massive heart attack. A great shock to us all, as we had no idea he had heart issues.Horace Stoneman and his wife Dorothy were a big help during our period of grief and adjustment. The Company had a million-dollar Life Insurance policy on all their Architects, so Kimberly and I were taken care of financially. Also, we had mortgage insurance, so.