But mom informed me in her best Dr. Mom impression, that if any problems showed up when the tests came back, we would be heading back, and in the mean...ime she was keeping a close eye on me, and I was to 'be good'. I smiled and nodded and said 'Yes Mom' at the appropriate places, and then headed off to Parkin's Sporting Goods while she went shopping.Of course Ginny had heard, through the miraculous Angel's Camp Gossip Wire - patent-pending, void where prohibited by kindness — about my fainting. Jim hadn’t let her out of her bondage until the morning and she couldn’t believe how wet and aroused she had stayed all night. She barely got any sleep and wished so badly that she could have masturbated herself while Jim was sleeping. He had only fucked her one more time before drifting off and she could have gone a few more times after that. She couldn’t remember when she had been so turned on. The whole night was blissful. She could have stayed there in Jim’s bondage, being fucked all day.. Della's ass began bouncing, as Kelly slapped her, alternating butt cheeks. She had two fingers in Della and was roughly massaging the girl's G-spot. It didn't take long with the added stimulus of Kelly's thumb on her clit and Della began to orgasm, trying to muffle her cries in the seat cushion."Don't worry about how much noise you make," Kelly instructed, "the walls are soundproof." Della let go and screamed her way through an intense orgasm, her juices squirting out and hitting Kelly on the. I was greeted with, "Howdy, Mr. The Branson Kid?" followed by a laugh of genuine good humor.I chuckled back an' said, "Well, Mr. Very Friendly Bartender, I am doin' quite well. This rig you sold me is everythin' ya said that it would be. It made a definite improvement in my drawin' speed!"There was a yahoo leanin' against the bar, listenin' ta the conversation between me and the bartender. He said, "Well, Mr. Branson Kid, ifen that rig is that good, I sure would like a demonstration. Would ya.