Indeed, if I was really helpful around the house and with the gardening, I was rewarded with extra time for tanning, and was allowed longer incursions...before the 'Timmy' warning sounded. By the end of the summer, I was spending an hour at a time, sometimes twice a day, working lotion all over her body. And I was stroking my fingers along the hollow of her pelvis almost to her pussy itself, lifting up on her hips as I drew outward trying to pull her pussy lips apart to cause an excitatory. When I regained my ability to speak, I asked her, “Did you know we watched you and Tanner in the bedroom the next morning… up against the wall?”Adriana didn’t answer me, just looked toward the wall with a dreamy look on her face. I was finally able to say what I’d been thinking much of the time the last two days, that I thought there was only one way to save our marriage, “I know I can’t fuck you the way Tanner can. I know we love each other, but you need more than that.” Adriana was still. At least this sick girl had made the cops leave her alone. Maybe officer Martinez was right bur she had to do tricks to pay off her debts and college fees ... and now she could work her street corner without any competition! She sauntered back towards the sidewalk, emphasizing the sway of her hips and began to look for her next 'customer'. She paused and turned back. The girl on the ground just sat there. Forget her - what the hell do I care anyway? A car slowed. The expression on the john was. Even that didn't cut them a lot of slack; the pros running the Iditarod usually had twice the dogs to come up with one good team, much less two. Assuming they got ten or twelve really good dogs out of the yearlings and puppies, that would be enough for a rookie run at the race, and that was about as big a kennel as they could handle, anyway. If they didn't get that many good dogs out of the puppies, they'd have to buy or borrow developed dogs to fill out the teams. That really wouldn't be that.