Then we made one more walkthrough just to make sure we had missed nothing. We took Dad's pickup with the beach access tags for one last ride on the be...ch. Then, with heavy hearts, we headed home.We promised ourselves we would do this again and again before the summer was out. Heck it was only a three hour drive. Marcy was writing down realtor phone numbers on houses that were in the same area as my Uncle's house.We made it home after dark. To get back into the routine, we went over to the gym. I can picture her hot, salty pussy in those jodhpurs, feeling my cock get so hard it throbs. "Hi, I've seen you around before, looking at me", she said. "I walk my dog through these fields, and always notice you riding. I've always wanted to speak to you, but have been too nervous" I reply."Nervous, of me? I like that... Help me down" she commands. I hold out my hand, and she slides her leg down the horse, and jumps into my arms. "I'm Sally, what's your name? I should know the name of the man. Finally, she woke up and looked at me and said she was sorry for using as a pillow. I said,"It's fine make your self comfortable". She said she noticed I had muscles. ( I had been working out a quite a bit in hopes of getting some pussy). She squeezed my arms and pecs and let her hand fall into my lap and just snuggled up to me and went back to sleep.As the bus continued to move her hand fell on my penis which was still as hard as a rock. She slowly began to rubbed my penis. Finally, she. C. shook her head. ‘I think I can still handle a big bat by myself, even a really big one. It’s been a great season, and I’m in training.’ Clara pouted. ‘Well, if you need relief early, you know where I live. I’ll be warming up in the pen.’ M. C. smiled sweetly and kissed her cheek, patting it. ‘Of course.’ Mutt DeMedici sat at a table placidly, sipping beer with his winning pitcher. Dober’s right shoulder had an icebag strapped on it, and another was fixed to his right elbow, he was used to.