It was summer and he slept naked. She rubbed his cock and, of course it got even harder than it was from the sounds he’d heard. She used both hands ...o hold it and couldn’t get the head in her mouth. “Oh I wish,” she muttered. He was on his back and she mounted him. She couldn’t get more than part of the head in but the rubbing made him spurt anyway. She went down to clean him off and promptly fell asleep.She was snoring in the morning so he made coffee, still naked. He took her some in bed. He. Every time I glanced at her she looked like a feline on the prowl, her nipples were definitely on high beams. While I was at work, Becky was scurrying around helping Byron get settled in. All day long kinky erotic visions popped into my mind.By four o'clock I couldn't concentrate on my work any longer so I headed home. I don't know what made me use the dirt road that comes up to the barn behind the house but that's exactly what I did, I snuck onto my own property. I parked the car out of sight. I was on the edge as she pulled away, leaving a gossamer thread of spittle that stretched from her tongue to the tip of my cock, leaking with precum.She spluttered, wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and looked up, smiling a filthy smile. "I'm not wearing any panties." Without thinking, I took her up, wrestling her flowing, floor-length gypsy skirt over her hips and feeling for her warm, soaked pussy against my fingers.She moaned and widened her legs apart. The soft brush of thick hair. I recognized her voice as we were passing the cabin she was using. I stuck my head in.‘‘Hey girlfriend, if you are ready to leave here pack your bags - the train is pulling out of the station in thirty minutes,’’ I said and then walked on.I heard her tell the other end of her conversation, ‘‘The President is on board with our tickets home, got to go. ‘‘CPO Hastings was at his workstation staring at a flat screen. ‘‘Staring at it won’t make it work any faster,’’ I said startling him and causing.