Fuck me! I want you.." she cried. Rebecca was panting sweat-drenched and moaning her need as Michael finally relented and stood up. He unbuckled his b...lt and dropped his trousers and boxers in one move. He moved closer to the girls spread legs and put his cockhead against her slippery pussy lips. He teased her a bit more by running the head up and down her pussy lips letting her feel Him and making her moan once more as she begged him again to fuck her."Michael...please!.." she pleaded.He was. I’m just saying be careful with your quality control.”“How much can you move?” he asked.“Probably forty gallons a week,” I suggested. “It doesn’t have to be that much, but it’s important that if you say twenty, you deliver twenty.”“It doesn’t work that way. It takes about a week to make a batch and another couple of days to get it to a drop site and do the exchange,” Jessie said. “The still produces a little over thirty gallons a run.”“Sixty gallons a month is a fair amount. In that case I’ll. That was when it happened. It’s a guy thing or maybe it’s just sick, slightly perverted me, but I had to continue looking at her throughout her treadmill routine. Those large whatever-they-weres didn’t seem to bounce much, but they probably weren’t real. Maybe she was a stripper or topless dancer and she’d had them done ‘extra large’ to earn big money. Truth to tell, though, she didn’t look like a stripper. She looked more like a college student, young, determined, and, even with that. I’m careful not to rise too quickly, but my hands have a mind of their own and begin caressing your ankles, calves, and thighs. I hear a sigh from you and I take this a sign I can continue my exploration that will take me to the object of my desire. I slowly kiss your legs as I rise a little at a time, getting hit in the face by your burgeoning cock as I neared your pelvis. I can see the little drops of pre-cum hanging on the edge of your cock but ignore the urge to gulp you down. I tease you.