Though the restaurant was only a few blocks from her office, she had never eaten here before because it was a small place hidden away on a small side ...treet. ‘How did you find this place?’ ‘A couple of years ago, I decided to try eating at every Mexican restaurant in the city. I liked this place the most,’ Martin replied. As was her habit in Mexican restaurants, Suzanne had ordered one of the house specialties rather than a standard combinacione gringo. The chili-stuffed chicken breast drizzled. Sean stroked my butt cheeks, digging his fingers in my meat. I got ready for what was about to come.Spank. Spank. I love when he spanks me.He moved my thong aside and, holding his cock with his hand, rubbed the big head along my slit, spreading my juice all over.“Sean, hurry.”“Shh, I take the time I need. Remember, I’m the master here. Open your legs wider, slut.”I know, I shouldn’t allow him to talk to me that way, but dirty talk makes me wild.With a firm and deep thrust, his cock entered my. Near the end of the second day they came upon a large plantation, with field after field of cotton plants. They drove up and stopped in front of the main house. As they stopped a distinguished man approached the front wagon."Good day to you, Sir. How may I be of assistance?" the man asked."Good day to you. My name is Bob Malone and my family and I" he gestured to the other wagons "are headed to Waco. We were looking for a place to camp for the night when we came upon your lovely plantation.. Sherry wound up confessing to Julie the entire story of our reconciliation brought about by her fucking Harvey and me showing up the next day. She told Julie the entire story just as I related it here. Julie was dumbfounded to say the least, however, by the time she heard it all was heated up and squirming in her chair. She kept going back and asking about particular details regarding Harvey’s cock size, etc. Finally she asked Sherry to come back to her apartment. As soon as they were in.