Per our agreement, I kept him supplied with iced tea (my special blend, one bag of Sleepytime tea added to the pot for flavor), and that afternoon we ...ll went to the dump to unload the old wood. Becky thought it was great fun.Sunday, he seemed to spend almost the whole day measuring and making notes, and then measuring some more. When I brought him some more tea at one point, he was staring at the house with the plans we'd printed in one hand. They were covered in notes."What are you doing?" I. I was blown 30 mins away and now again? what the hell I thought and stood firmly while she looked down and kept on blowing."Umm ...really ?" she muttered while starting to rub faster. I held it for a bit but then just couldn't hold again. I spurt out all out again. She left and started to prepare breakfast leaving me out like I was dead wood. I had a deadwood but I wasn't dead. She had calmed down my dick twice in last 30 mins. I went back inside and waited for the breakfast. It was after full. As she felt his cock-head parting her inner lips and beginning it travels down her hot tunnel, Ruby moaned loudly. Still worn out from her orgasm moments ago, she was in no condition to resist even if she wanted to. She just gripped the far edge of the desk and moaned loudly as she was forced open by the insistent cock worming its way deeper into her. Ruby wanted to fuck hard and cum again quickly. The head of the cock tunneling into her pussy was a start, but she wanted more. To encourage the. ” His fingers smacked harder and faster on her pussy. “Oh please,” she cried out. The man’s finger slipped between her lips circling her opening. “Please what?” “Please fuck me.” He dipped his finger deep inside her, pulling it out then slowly back in. “Fuck you like this? Nice and slow, is that what you want?” Miranda frantically shook her head back and forth; she thought she was going to explode with need. “Then tell me how you want to be fucked. Say it. You know what I want to hear. Say.