And why am I carrying all of this. It's your cottage." Exactly," you reply "It's my cottage, so if you want to party here, you have to carry."Steve lo...ks at you and laughs, "Ya, well all the booze and shit is in MY car; so unless you want to invite everyone into a dry cottage, you'll be doing a little bit of carrying yourself."You see the wisdom in Steve's comments and make your way outside to the 'car'. It's actually a shitty 87' Chevy Caprice wagon that tends not to kick into drive, but he's. I grabbed her ass with both hands and started going with the flow making it bounce up and down then she went all the way down and started doing circles and paterns i loved her moving around grinding on my dick. I started pushing her ass back and fourth faster she just kept saying " fuck dont stop ahhh mmmm victor" then she stopped got off and grabbed my dick and wispered "dont tell no one, imma take this off it will feel alot better ok?" And she took the condom off. The she went down to start. After a while, we both broke out in laughter.“By the way, my name is Suzie... so nice to meet you,” she said and we laughed again.“My name is Rachel,” I replied as we stood up.I looked in the mirror. My face was sweated out, my hair dishevelled, my face and neck red, and my new outfit which I had not yet bought was soaked from my waist down mid-thigh.I put my jeans and blouse on top of the outfit, and straightened my hair. Suzie pulled her skirt down and was fixing her hair too.“We should find. Jim's job was too important to leave empty while people debated about a successor. The men who had written the ground rules had decided that a long time ago.Rising to her full five foot seven height, Sandra stretched her body, wiping away the last vestiges of sleep. As she did, her eyes surveyed her environment.The quarters that came as a perk of the job were certainly a long way from the run down studio apartment that she had shared with her husband back when they'd first married right out of.