Rube Goldberg would have been pleased with her next step. She placed a stepladder next to the bucket, and put a plank across the top. One end of the p...ank went under the bucket. From the other end, she hung a four gallon insulated water jug which was suspended over a plastic trough like you use to mix concrete. A rope ran from the top of the big handle of the water jug to a plant hook in the ceiling above it. The jug had a pouring valve like you would find on a large coffee pot. You could push. The actual fuck was good, he was a decent size, cut (which I like) and clean, which isn’t always the case!! We had to swap positions a few times as my legs were still sore from the morning and every time we did he cheekily ‘accidentally’ tried to put it in my ass, I was feeling playful and very horny so a few times I teased him and rubbed him against my ass without letting him penetrate before guiding him back into my pussy, much to his disappointment lol. He came after a few minutes and didn’t. "Nice," he commented, though he'd wisely taken a step back first. "Much as I'd like to continue admiring, you've got about a half hour till the remembrance." Shit," I sighed, glancing over Billy's prone form to the digital alarm clock between our beds; it showed 10:01am. "Thanks," I grumbled, yawning some more and stepping back to close the door."Wait," he said and I did. "Thank you, for last night." Anytime," I told him somberly. "Next time it gets that bad, call me, even if you can't tell me. I hope you enjoy.....M CIt seemed such a long time since our last meeting, and I was sure today would be a time to remember, even more so than our previous meetings. I was so incredibly horny just thinking of rubbing myself against him again. Although part of me was maybe just a little disappointed as I had secretly hoped he would stay the night with me. I have often fantasised that I would be asleep and I would be woken up by H’s cock working its way into me…..what an incredible way to wake.