"Where's the Rustmobile when you need it?"It had been a sunny day but it was beginning to cloud over."I hope that's not rain moving in," Jim said. "We...re due for some. It would be a shame to rain on our honeymoon. We've only got four days." I hope it does rain," Hildy said. "I hope it rains the whole time—real hard. Then we'll be stuck inside with nothing to do—if you know what I mean"Jim was laughing at her again."How much champagne did you have to drink?" he asked her."Just a couple," she. " I see. Assuming such a place of concealment does exist, and looking atyour quarters with that in mind, the only possibility lies with thestone wall into which your closet has been sunk. It's thick enough thata narrow recess could have been scooped out. If so, this could only beaccessed via the side panel of the closet, which would have to be somesort of door. Would you mind if I tested this theory?" Not at all," I replied. "Please go ahead, Herr Sturmbannfuhrer."He studied my face intensely. Instead of a moan this time shedeemed my attempt worthy of a giggle. "That's fine babygirl, you'redoing just fine." Then she pushed in again.After another thrust in and out she did not withdraw completely, keepingjust the head of her cock in my mouth. I tried to twirl across the tip,more successful this time, at least I think so. And with that we settledinto a rhythm, tongue flat in, swirl on the way out, tongue flat in,swirl on the way out. In addition to the slightly salty taste of. I dug the booty shorts out from their hiding spot and stripped down. H: put them on slowly. Camera is watching slut.In a effort to please this freak I did my best impression on a my girl friend getting dressed in the morning before she heads home.H: that's great faggot. Now the thigh highs. Slowly I inched each of the pink tennis socks up my freshly shaven legs until they why 3 inchs from the booty shorts. Just as I finished the door beel rang. H: answer it slut. I went to put a pair of pants.