....ohhhhh.....harder! she moaned I did as she said and pumped my dick into her as hard as i could. She squirmed and bucked her ass at me. I let go of...her wrist and held onto her ass, no longer afraid of her fighting back. Her juices exploded all over my dick, running down her thighs. I pushed a finger my dick and her pussy got it dripping wet with her juices. I liked her of my finger and loved the taste. I wiped some of her thigh and stuck in her mouth, she sucked on it like a dick. loving her. Saturday afternoon I was shooting baskets. Once the girls went out riding, I did my forms, concentrating on speed and accuracy. Whitney had shown me something before she left for UConn that I'd been working on almost every day. I'd managed to keep my hands hidden during the television filming. The only time the cameras were ever focused on my hands was when I was cooking on Fridays and I wore latex gloves for food prep. They hadn't seemed to notice that I didn't take them off when we were. Fun sin. Sin that meant no harm nor sought any special gain.Who said that sex wasn't dirty unless you did it right? They were wrong. Last night everything went perfectly with the guys and she didn't feel one bit dirty. The harmless showing of herself to the fellows at the restaurant made her juices flow. Probably because their reactions reaffirmed she was sexually attractive. Does that confirm a basic insecurity? Screw it. Like Scarlett, she would worry about all those things tomorrow. No, day. I dropped my extended documentation on the table in front of Mr. Bolt, the old codger that was involved with my case from Price, Smith and Bolt. He thumbed through it, taking in the costs and the results of the improvements. He nodded here and there and raised an eyebrow at a couple of other things. (I think he found the pictures of the bullet holes and the 30.06 cal rifle purchase!)He carefully looked through the projected budget numbers. He smiled as he closed the binder."I'd grant you a.