After they were put on planks to keep them from settling into the ground - if we had a downpour - there was another hands-on demonstration on how refi...l the fuel truck.The process was started and 300 gallons pumped in, then all hoses were disconnected and another person started and ended. The process repeated until we had each done it three times and we all felt comfortable with it. I would most likely not refuel a plane or refill the truck but I wanted to know the procedure in case we had any. He was wearing black boots, tight bell-bottom jeans, and a denim shirt with the sleeves rolled high on his arms.'This guy looks like he just stepped off Ellis Island,' Braxton thought. Refractory-period over, his cock started to fill with blood. It was always a real treat when Marco showed up.Braxton squirmed his way around Marco and headed for the kitchen.For nine months now, Braxton and Marco had their routine: While Janet was working at the law firm during the day, Marco would come over and. I don’t know where we are or who these guys are but I am just so hungry!”Mrs Clusky didn’t need any other prompting but was up at her pot of broth in a flash ladelling it into two bowls for the newcomers to the table. She placed the food in front of the two women and said, “Now you git that stuff inside of yuh then we can talk later. You two younguns could have died out there today if it weren’t for this here gentlemen and myself comin’ to the rescue. We sent that brainless bum of a husband. " as my tongue slid along her pussy lips, picking up her musky flavor mixed with a little bit of me from last night. Her scent was intoxicating as I worked my tongue deep into her soft, wet folds."Oh God, yes, Daddy. Don't stop. I fucking love it!" She must have been as horny as I was, because she was writhing on the bed, moaning, shoving her hips against my face, her orgasm approaching like a runaway freight train. Her fingers dug into my skull as she wiped her weeping cunt against my face..