Eventually, as my breath was starting to come in short gasps, she shifted her legs, her heels firmly pressed on my butt and she pulled me hard into he... pussy. It was everything I had dreamed of and more - soaking wet, tight as a glove, and when she started squeezing her vaginal wall muscles it made her earlier hand job seem amateurish in comparison. My eyes rolled up into my head and I let out a long moan from deep in my soul and when she told me she was super horny and needed me to give it to. Mitch areyou in there?"Fighting with everything in him, Mitch struggled to maintain at ...least ... some level of ... control. Hearing his voice, although, nowthrough Laynie's ears, he looked up, into ... his face. Hearing hisbaritone voice, he wasn't sure what to do. However, after takingseveral, slow deep breaths, he finally responded. "Uh, yeah? ... Um, isthat you, ... you in there Laynie?" And as he asked the question, hestarted to laugh.Laynie was stunned when Mitch started laughing.. "Do you have any idea how bad you stink?" I asked. Wilson just laughed."Sweetie you don't exactly smell like roses," he replied. I laughed at that. We had only been at the site two days and already we had reverted to living only a few rungs above how the miners in Alaska lived. It was what Wilson wanted. It was also what I was enjoying. In my case I was reminded of my twentieth birthday in Afghanistan. I smelled then as well, since we had been on the fuel run for three days without seeing a. As the days of my holiday went by, the questions became more intense.“What if she expects me to strip off totally?”“What if I get an erection in front of her?”“What will she be wearing?”“Will she expect me to lie over her knee?”“What if I have an accident whilst lying over her lap?”I admit that I did not sleep those three nights before Wednesday came around. I was nervous, but also texts from Lucy also kept it on my mind. She was generally supportive, but by Wednesday morning, it was becoming.