She stuck her pink tongue out and smacked her lips a few times against the sand paper feel, dry and chalky in her mouth. She was alone in the single ...ide trailer she shared with her mother, Raylee, and her mother’s sometime boyfriend, Carl. The two of them had gone to the casino in Lake Charles for the weekend, leaving her to manage by herself and to care for the menagerie of cats, dogs and goats that wandered around her mother’s place on the edge of Mermentau, Louisiana. At the end of. The handful of farmer's wives working in the office knew what I was there for. All the male employees were out in the oil patch. One of the ladies cordially pointed me toward the records room where I would be working. About the size of a double car garage, the walls were lined with racks of big plat books, file cabinets, microfilm equipment, and such. In the center of the room was a large table. It was tall, so that one worked standing up, with both sides sloped at a slight angle like a. . fuck me!“Instead of the hard thrust forward that she so desperately needed, the demon quarterback responded with a hard slap to her ass, and chuckled in response to her frustrated grunt.They stood there for what felt like years, Michael’s thick cock sliding up and down her wet lips, teasing her, practically daring her to bend her muscular legs and impale herself onto him.But she wouldn’t. He’d told her to trust her, and she did.Finally, just as she could feel an orgasm beginning to swell just. Now, with traces of sunlight peeking around the closely shut drapes, Brenda twisted on the bed to lie facing her still sleeping husband. He looked innocent in repose but not entirely innocent since his early morning wood was gently throbbing with his pulse. She knew full well the physiological reason for his erection, but still liked its pleasant appearance. Reaching out she ran a fingertip along the length of the shaft, her index finger tracing the veins along the side and bottom. It twitched.