That was what mattered to me. Call me selfish if you wish.The upshot of the trip to Boston was that I needed to get serious about moving to the state ...apital. Sheila said we needed to present Beacon House as a going concern. That meant we needed an actual location, with real people. This proved surprisingly easy to produce. I wrote a check for a three month lease and violá, a halfway house. We had a list of volunteers from the university. Newly graduated Evaine Schaeffelker was the first. His lips found mine, and all talk ceased. His tongue plunged masterfully into my mouth. One arm wrapped around my waist, one grasping my ponytail pulling my head back and holding me in place. We finally came up for air several minutes later. ‘Damn it woman!’ he scolded. ‘You better not be teasing me. I’ve wanted you too long.’ He turned me around and steered me toward the door with a sharp smack on my ass. ‘Go,’ he ordered me. ‘You need a shower and I need to close up.’ ‘You’re not leaving,. I immediately took off my pants and began to sniff and lick each pair clean as I pounded my hard cock. Since they were going directly into the wash, I was finally able to do something I had always dreamed of.....cum on them. I laid out the least scented pairs on the counter in front of me, and shot a huge load all over the crotch while tasting her juices in the freshest ones. I thought I might pass out from the thrill of seeing my cum all over where her pussy had been. When the dryer buzzed I. Oh, some of those truckers did follow me in there and made it clear they were very interested in getting a little action themselves but when I said “no thanks” most left without any problems. When it became obvious the rest were willing to push the issue I yelled for Craig. Craig recognized my “Honey I need a little help and bring my gun” voice so when he came bounding through the door, he was far from alone. Faced with most of the team they decided to get back in their trucks and drop their.