Usually when his wife creamed off, her juice poured out so heavily that there could be no doubt of it."It's okay, darling. I had such a lovely cum whe... you fucked me. It should last me the weekend," she added, with a mischievous smile.Dan looked doubtful. But then he supposed that his wife was being thoughtful and unselfish, knowing that it wouldn't be a good idea to be late in meeting his boss.He shifted back and his prick loomed but, slightly stiffer than it had been when he'd gone down on. “Oh, I doubt that. I don’t do much anymore these days. I just sit in board rooms and meet with judges. It’s actually pretty boring stuff. Tell me about school. What are you studying?”She was finally able to come out of her shell to talk about her passion. “Interior design. I always loved decorating and matching color schemes.” She talked about her classes that she had just finished, how she was especially glad that her history class was done. She’d found it extremely boring.“Hey, now,”. It was a highest spot on the property. To make a dry well you dug a hole in the ground, then lined it with clay pipe, and then you would build a well house to keep rain water out of your dry well. That is how it used to be done. These days I just dug a hole deep enough to bury a fifty gallon plastic barrel almost completely. Then put the top on it, seal it, and cover it with camo netting. It was a large area of storage not in my house and I could deny it was mine if someone stumbled across. She felt Collins remove his leg from hers, only to replace it in adifferent position and pull her arms down a bit, pushing her bottomfurther out and up, closer to his hands, closer to the belt. Then thebelt again, lower down towards the top of her thighs, this time the painseared through her like he had used a red-hot poker. She turned to seeher wife's face watching her belting with glee. She felt her breathingstart to come in quick gasps, she was having trouble catching herbreath. The feeling.