.. I’m being used for sex. I’m being fucking used for my man juice! Oh, wait, that last line was from Saving Silverman, but you get the idea. Diff...rent Jason Biggs movie, I believe. I was all for being ridden like a stallion, that much was true. A man can take charge, sure, but there are moments in many a man’s life when he doesn’t mind letting some redheaded cowgirl ride him like a bronco into a rodeo. This was definitely one of those motherfucking moments, I can attest to that, sweetened by. Seeing her firm round breasts breaking out of the water and her hard nipples jutting up proudly into the afternoon like miniature lighthouses made something on his body want to start jutting up as well.Her hair fanned out as she floated through the water, the very picture of teenage beauty and in his mind he vividly saw those full lips drooling out his fresh hot cum as he had filled her mouth just hours earlier in the hotel. By the time he had reached the edge of the pool, his erection was. My plaid micro mini skirtwas so short that my pink cotton panties were showing off my flat front.My knee socks and Mary Janes made me look so juvenile. I just hoped noneof the neighbors could see my shoulder length hair and my makeup. I hopedno one would recognize me. I wondered why these people were here and whatwould they think.My wife gave the man a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She turned to me."Honey, this is Rod and Cherry."Rod! I wondered what was happening as my wife locked her arm in. These larger tractors and trailers were being used to haul ore, and the older units had been reassigned to things like bus service and hunting. The smallest of the tractors had been re-geared to run about 30-45 MPH and to pull a trailer with two machine guns mounted on it. This was used to protect them from attacks by bugs and reptiles. Their radios had gotten more reliable and one was now mounted in every tractor and every cave, so that they could call for help when they needed it.The.