I said, "I need to check the gas on the generator." He nodded and helped me refill the tank.He said, "What are you going to do Sunday?"I replied. "I d...n't know. There will be much to do here and, with the power off, I need to fill the tank every two days minimum. Eve and I want to be together but she has to go to Nashville for her show. I think you have the same problem." Pretty much. She is a great gal and I like her a lot. Bill, I'm happy here. I've never really wanted to live anywhere else.. She loved it and she couldn’t believe how deep he was. I was pinching her swaying nipples now. This always would just put the finishing touch to her orgasms. This time was no different. “I’m Cummmmmmming….” Was all I heard from her oh fuck from Dave behind her. I knew the instant he filled her. Her panting and encouragement to him to not stop and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me was telling us all how hard she was Cumming. If the squishing sound was loud before it doubled in amplitude as he drained. I smiled, then I started to lean up when I felt his hand push on my back forcing me to bend over, my chest was flat against the washer. “Can I help you sir?” I asked him teasingly. He smiled and said, “Perhaps. Did you wear this skirt just for me?” I bit my lip as I slightly giggled, “Maybe. Do you like it?” He pushed his hips against me, and I felt his cock harden against my ass from underneath the fabric of his pants. “Oh yes, it goes quite well with this little black thong of yours,” he. Cool air penetrates beneath my clothing and reveals the extent of my arousal by cooling the now copious flow of my vaginal fluids. Gentle but insistent fingers probe further to the crotch of my panties. Oh how I regret not wearing a pair of fashion panties instead of comfortable cottons. The fingers are now impatient, pressing the taut fabric into my inflated wet cleft. One finger manages to hook between hem and flesh, tugging insistently. Slipping forward on the car seat I offer unreservedly.