"That's a yes," Tracy said."Well, what about you? You ever do it someone at work?" I asked."Fuck yes I have, and I've gotten caught twice, and I can h...nestly say, it was 100% worth it," Tracy replied."And weren't fired?" I asked."Nope, I let my boss just get a look at the merchandise and we called it even," Tracy replied."But you never had to do sexual favors for him though?" I asked."That's where I draw the line, I'm not a slut," Tracy replied."And you only talk like this to people you like?". .. boring. And that was the best thing he could say about it. Of course, it beat busting his butt on the snow on the driveway and the mountain road. He knew that his wives had been using treadmills since he had started them jogging, but he marveled at their tenacity in apparently overcoming the boredom. He had used the stair machine for longer than he generally did — mostly to get away from the treadmill.Sheriff Tate walked in carrying two cups of coffee. "Your, uh ... wives sent you this," he. When he filled her mouth with his cum she did not bat an eye and swallowed every drop then licked his cock from top to bottom and sucked his balls making his cock hard again and he then fucked her cunt for ninety minutes. He could not remember ever having so much great hot sex not even on his honeymoon. They were either fucking or sucking each other till they showered together and dressed before her mom was to get home.That day was just the start of the sex marathon between he and the girl. He. ”I’d converted an open area in the middle of the house into a music room. On one wall was a beautifully restored mahogany 1908 Steinway upright piano with my trumpet, flugelhorn and two trombones on stands.“Do you play the piano?,” she asked. “And those horns?”“Not really. I have a musician who comes in twice a week,” I joked. That earned me another punch on the arm. The tour ended in my bedroom, which had a deck that looked out over the back yard and the Banana River beyond. When we walked out.