Even with the weekend ahead, it would in fact be the last day we'd actually have any alone time together though he might not even know it at the time....I was also nearing the finish of the book I was working on, so I wouldn't have that as an excuse to stay there while working on it. Things were rapidly coming to an end one way or the other.When I heard Rob's car pulling into the garage, I smiled inwardly as I put the pasta on the stove to boil. I still held the erotic image of him standing there. However, though happily married to a very attractive wife, J.T. loves a good blow job; and though not wishing to brag too much, I'm a damned good cocksucker; and so when he dropped by my private, home-based, glory hole the first time, and as I peeked through the opening, and saw that enormous hunk of cock-meat hanging stiffly, and well on it's way to being fully erect, my mouth actually watered, while at the same time, my considerably smaller cock immediately began to get hard as. Janet was trying to get out of the weekend, when Earl sent her an email with an attached picture. When she opened the picture, she was shocked to see that it was a picture of her, straddling one guy as the other was fucking her in the ass. And, it was very obvious to anyone who would see the picture that it was her. She knew then that she had no choice but to go to Clydes again for the weekend. The following week, before Robert came home again, Janet realized it had been a long time since she. “Miss, would you like some coffee?” Rollie offered from behind the small glass counter. “I just made it fresh.” He pointed to a coffee maker at another table.“No, thanks,” I shook my head. “This plane, is it yours?”Rollie laughed. “It’s Hollis’, well, it belongs to the ranch, but that’s his’n, too.”“Um, okay.”“You a friend of his?” His tone was friendly, and his face was openly curious.I nodded. “Yes. He’s helping me get to Seattle to see my mother.”“He’s a nice kid, uh, young man,” he hastily.