..ug...oh, I'm sorry, Jess. I can...can't talk right now." "Donna, what's going on?" "I...I can't...ohgod...call back in an...ohmygodyes! Call back in...an hour!" The line went dead. It was obvious what was going on. For the next hour, Jessica puttered around the house like a sad puppy. She sat on Jason's bed. She bounced a bit. She buried her face in his sheets and stared at the pair of white speedos hanging over the back of his desk chair. When she remembered, Donna's voice over the phone, she. God were they ever heavy. I reached around Emily too and hefted her breasts. Madison just looked at me and smiled so I cupped her breasts as I had the others. I spent a little longer holding her titties. I really liked them and this was the first time I had ever touched my niece’s titties. Of course I had worried about getting a hard-on. Sure enough my cock was trying to get out of my pants again.Cynthia said, “I can take care of that for you again but I think Madison should! After all she. Once again, he took my wrist; this time, he guided my hand to his unsnapped waistband. Once again, I knew exactly what he wanted and was eager to comply if it meant he could go back to massaging my pussy.I placed my palm against his flat tummy, then snaked it underneath the waistband of his boxers and down to where I knew his eager boyhood awaited my touch. I couldn’t feel a hair anywhere as my fingers slipped underneath his straining erection, then split around it to feel his tight, spherical. The other man was chubby in an orange jump suit and white cap. He gazed hungrily towards her house.Most of the people in Kersey Valley, North Carolina hated the landfill being so close to their homes. Christina hated it, too. But not even Christina could explain her latest fantasy... being fucked by big black garbagemen!As the young housewife emerged from her lodging, both men eyed her, then reluctantly turned towards the truck. She was wearing denim short-shorts that revealed a slim yellow.