She pulled on the sweat pants and rolled up the cuffs."Better?"He looked at her. His erection throbbed in his pants. With each breath, the T shirt swe...led and stretched. "Some." He croaked out."Why are you cleaning my apartment?" Please let me clean it, Stan. I want to do something for you. I love you."Stan shook his head. "No. Don't say that. You don't love me."She looked at him, a slightly troubled look crossing her face. "Yes, Stan, I do love you. As much as any human being can love another,. "I hear you've got something real special, Mark."I looked at the tray to see what she was talking about. What I saw was the tray start to slide as her hand made its way up my leg. I grabbed it just in time, but not quick enough to stop some of my milk from slurping over the top of the glass before I grabbed it.I'd just saved my milk when I felt her hand on my dick. The thing expanded like a runaway balloon — one second it was normal, the next it had grown halfway down my thigh."Ooh, I think. I got to work with my tongue, her pussy was dripping as I worked my tongue around her swollen lips and clit.To say I was a little uncomfortable would be an understatement, my cock was swollen and the cage was digging into my flesh. Jaq was soon having her first orgasm, moaning loudly as she held my head in place between her legs. I, of course, asked for some relief, Jaq denied my request and suggested I get the vacuum cleaner out.I had agreed to Jaq's terms, I went to the understair cupboard to. ”We got up from breakfast, each carrying a big styrofoam cup of coffee. We had delivered our load in Winnemucca the night before, and so we pulled out of the restaurant lot bobtail. We drove down the road to a store, and got one of the weirdest loads I’d ever seen. It consisted of empty pallets.“What’s with hauling this stuff?” I asked Jake.“Thar’s not much in Winnemucca wo’th transpo’tin’ elsewhar, so whut ah’s doin’ is takin’ a two part job,” he explained, “We is a-gonna th’ Proctor’ & Gamble.