Why was that Mr….’ ‘Name’s Jim Couch Mr. Reading, I own the Leona.’ He pulled on the draft handle, drew a beer, and set it on the bar in fro...t of Josiah. ‘Reason I snorted is that it didn’t exactly go like the Sheriff said.’ ‘What’s the truth of the matter Mr. Couch?’ Jim wiped down the bar with a towel and looked at Josiah. Man’s got the south in his voice, Couch thought. Not a Texas twang, maybe he lived in Georgia or Alabama, but he’s from the south for sure. Course there’s still a lot of. I was in no hurry to stop him, but I wasn't going to lose my headeither.I could manage his hands and his lips, it was the other distraction Ihad to be careful of, knowing how easily it could break lose and getcarried away.We kissed, broke, and I did wrap my arms around his neck then, fallinginto him, pressing my soft breasts into him, while his hands sweptaround and warmed my ass nicely. It felt good, but I was mostlydistracted by that hard, soft, rubbery thing pressing on a verypleasurable. He lookeddown and the squirting from his nipples slowed, the shooting stopped,and then there were just dribbles in white wet streams flowing down fromhis nipples onto his aureoles and breasts, onto his stomach and down hissides - all of which were already soaked with milk and cream.As he watched, this too slowed, and finally his nipples stopped leaking.Looking up, he saw Monique's beautiful face looking down at him, andthen she pointed her finger down to his breasts. "Monique - Spurgesaren't. “I’m the delivery guy.”“What the fuck!” Tracey yelled. Linc wished he had gotten dressed before admitting it. “If you’re the delivery guy, where the fuck is my Tinder date?”Linc’s shrinking penis was about to lose the condom, but he got it before it made a mess. He slipped it off and knotted it and started getting dressed as he explained, “I thought you were showing me where you wanted to put the 3-D printer and suddenly you were naked, telling me how to fuck you. What was I supposed to.