"Just tell Mr. Limpy to be patient.His sentence will be up soon." Mary-Anne, please," I said. "This is just mean. You don't mess with aguy's cock." We...l, I do," she said. "And if you piss me off, I might mess withsomeone else's, too. I might even make you watch. There are a lot ofbigger dicks out there, sugar."That stung. Mary-Anne has never cheated on me -- not that I knew of,anyway -- but now she was threatening to find herself a cowboy, and Icouldn't even get my pistol out of its holster.She. We arrived around 2:00 that afternoon, and went right to work. Mrs. Clark wouldn't be home for a couple of hours, so after we were finished with the work we started doing some laps in the pool. And then just generally horsin around. Mark complimented me on my awesome bod—he said for just 15, I had a great 6 pac, and it was looking like numbers 7 & 8 were about to pop out as well. I actually kinda blushed, cause Mark being a few years older was really looking hot himself. I had a good bit of leg. Opening the golden doors, he followed her inside. Looking around he found her heading toward the back where private rooms lined the walls. Stepping over rutting bodies, he watched her enter room seven. Standing just outside the door, Don hoped to catch some noises to let him know what his sweet pussycat was up to. He could hear nothing over the fucking in the other room. Taking a deep breath, he slowly pushed the door open to catch a glance. To his utter surprise, he found her nude with her. I would usually tuck my cock beforehand, start with my hand in the panties, then pull the panties down to my knees and reveal what looked like a bald pussy and simulate masturbation. (Shaved bald years before it was popular.) My girlfriend at the time waxed and shaved hers and did mine too. I grew it back later in my 20’s but always kept it trimmed. I have, however, been waxed smooth and bald for the last few years. I would ask him if that trucker could fuck me or the next one. No one can.