“How does a farmer own oil wells and a yacht?” was the first.After getting over my surprise that he knew so much about me, I explained about being...a volunteer Deputy Marshal, and that one of our jobs was protecting government employees. Then I explained about going with two of my men to protect a government employee who was meeting with Zhora, and that we killed Zhora and one of his bodyguards while protecting that man. The government couldn’t confiscate a private vessel that was in. "Jenny rolled her eyes and said, "You mean flying the King Air yesterday wasn't enough?"That's when I recognized the kid. I stood and stuck my hand out, "Thank you for driving my truck down and for carrying in everything from the truck. That was very nice." You're welcome, but Steve paid me for that. He said you had been a cheap move, so he paid me well, and I didn't really empty your truck." What do you mean; you didn't really empty the truck?" Grenaline wanted to help, and had your stuff in. My fingers spasmed and I let out another choked moan. Fuck me, Monica really knew how to eat ass. I felt my pussy start to leak again, even though my earlier wetness had barely dried. Sam grinned and shrugged at me, “I said it’s our turn didn’t I?” And then she pushed me back, sliding my hands away from the edge of the counter as she climbed up. Monica pulled her tongue from my ass with a squelching noise, and seconds later I felt her finger press against my hole. It was slick with something,. Even hammered, it took some cajoling to get her to lay down on the table, but it quickly became obvious she seriously enjoyed Kirk slurping tequila from her navel - her face flushed bright red, and her nipples threatened to pop her top. When Kirk excused himself to go take a leak, it was my turn. As I leaned down for the drink, I slipped a couple fingers past her bikini bottom, and into what felt like warm pudding. Even aroused, it always takes a healthy dollop of KY to penetrate Karen, and I.