"I thought I would have had to eat my words, but now you feel great engulfing me all the way up and I can feel your cervix pressing on the head of my ...ock." Me too, I love this. Oh why didn't I marry a man with a cock like yours instead of my husband's small excuse for a cock." I thought you said you felt that this was like a honeymoon?" Yes I did, while we are here you are my husband. I give myself completely to you; do unto me anything you want." Carol, fucking you will do fine."She lifted. While she was presenting a rather casual attitude, she didn't want to come off as attempting to show off her delicate curves.Truth be told, she was never very secure with her body, and that lack of comfort has taken her years to come to grips with.It was a double-edged sword for her, really, either someone was only enticed by her physical features or they wrote her off due to those very same traits.Don't mistake her, though, she was not at all displeased with the way she looked, in fact in. It was money, and I was with Rachel again. We got out of Rusty, as she called the little Soviet tank we were driving, and walked over to a fancy GMC pickup truck.“Hey, Paul,” Rachel greeted the driver of the pickup, “I’ve got anudder hand fawh yuh. He’s a hard wawhkuh, I’ve known him fawh a long time. Okay?”“You want to work here, eh?” he looked me over, “Its $65 for the eight hours, eh?”“Suits me,” I said, “Where do I start?”“Rachel knows what to do, eh?”Rachel took me over to a bunch of chain. She smiled embarrassed and said i bet you did not expect me to turn up and i said to be honest i did not expect her, she said she saw my car and set off to find me, i said i have been walking foe half an hour, then she said come on then show me your walk and have you had you shorts on all the time that's cheating, i said i put them back on when i saw you, I said are you alright if i take them off, get them off she said its your walk, i looked all around to make sure no one was about and quickly.