I was exhausted and drained as we sipped our post-installation coffee in her kitchen afterwards, and she checked her diary for a suitably vacant time ...or the return visit.A call like that can set you up for whatever the rest of the day has to offer, or it can leave you feeling down for the next three or four hours. Perhaps it was the effect of the coffee, but within minutes of closing Linda Shoesmith's front door, I felt ready to take on all comers.It must be time for another one of those. Her husband’s dick was on the small side. She was getting excited thinking about her son’s cock. She was imagining that his cock was ten inches long. She knew it was wrong thinking about her son in that way but looking at his clothes and underwear made her think he was quite blessed in that department. Her son was eighteen so it wouldn’t be that taboo thinking about him in that way.Natasha went into the kitchen to fix herself a pitcher of margaritas. She figured she’d get a little tipsy and. Her nipples were hard so I could tell she was excited. I pointed at the pantyhose and asked it they were holding cum in her. She said no, not yet as soon as I milk your prostate dry I'm have Keith come over to have sex while you watch.She had me bend over and worked a greasy finger into my butt. At first my reaction was to tighten up but she reached between my legs and squeezed my balls just a little. She said I bought a device that is supposed to help with I milk you. I felt something cold. “Well, look on the bright side.” Cody remarked over the two-way radio. “At least we didn’t lose any cattle during the night.” “No. You’re right there.” I responded. “I guess this isn’t all for naught.” Our luck changed the third night although I’m not sure if it was for the better. With Cody and I both in position, I heard a car approaching the intersection. It was traveling slowly with its lights turned off but the moonlit night illuminated the white sedan enough for me to clearly see the.