Big of you, I thought. "I was wondering how much you know about this area?" Carlos asked."Not too much," I admitted."There once was a Furniture plant ...ere. The plant made chairs for the big dining rooms. The tables were made in different plant," he said."You mean here in Farmer's Grove?" I couldn't help being curious about that."No, the plant was outside Roaring Gap. About three miles north of town I think," he said."I see," I said. I wondered if he was suggesting I take the plant itself down.. She looked happy, but he wondered. He plopped back onto his stool and took a swig of his beer.“Thank you, Mr. Jackson, that was a big help. I am almost done here. All we really have left to do is grill the meat. I could use your help with that if you don’t mind. I really don’t use the grill too often and I’m not very good at it.” Mrs. Smith said.Hank listened to her and noticed she said the last part in sort of a little girl voice. If he didn’t know better he would guess she was flirting. I need you, Darren. I’m not a virgin, and I haven’t been for years, so you need not worry about that causing me pain. In advance, I will apologize for any times I may call you David,” she told me as she reached down to play with my dick.I kissed the top of her head before I told her, “Risa, you can call me a rat bastard, cunt, asshole, or about anything that you can think of when we are knocking boots. I don’t take it personally.”I didn’t quite expect her to turn into a sailor! She expressed. I’ve been waiting for this meting since the first time I heard you through the bedroom wall begging for that big, black cock.’ I didn’t know what to say, but was aware of my cock getting hard again when he looked over at my dildo still stuck to the coffee table. ‘Take that ass over there and bury that dildo, baby, set that ass right down on it.’ As I did what I was told, as soon as my ass met the table, I felt his hand grab my hair and his cock slap against my cheek. ‘Open that mouth, baby, you.