That was mainly due to the factthat it was off the main drag and down an old rutted road. The old man wassilent most of the trip. He did tell them tha... this road used to get a lotmore traffic in the old days. Chris had asked him how long he had been outhere. He just grinned and said, "It seems like forever Son."They arrived at the garage and it matched Chris's expectations. He was acouple of beat up weathered buildings, with several junked cars and trucks invarious states of disassembly. The. “Give it to me! Give me that fucking cum! Give it to me! Give it to me!”, she pleaded. Her eyes sending the same message in passionate silence. He was almost there. He began to feel his cock pulsating with every thrust as he sped up. She kept her eyes locked on him, grabbing his arm comfortingly. “Come on, that’s it. Milk that fucking cum!” she groaned. “Yeah, baby, milk that fucking CUMMMM!!”, she moaned again as she had her second orgasm. Tim was about to oblige her, award her for her hard. " Hello?" Gordy. This is Charlie. I'm at the yards. But I got a problem. Could you come an' help? Mebbe you an' Weena could drive out." Sure thing. Be 'bout 10 minutes." I went back to Weena and told her about my conversation with Charlie. She nodded and went went in search of the Land Rover. We reached the railyards will little difficulty. When we parked, I noticed that there was an unfamiliar pickup truck outside the office. Charlie was standing at the doorway to the office, talking to a. That was a big moment for Greg. He had totally become Jill’s sissy boy, he was changed and could never go back. Colby pulled himself away, rose to get water and take a shower. Greg was somewhat bewildered and astonished by what he had done; a soaking wet Jill was so exhausted she could not move.When Colby came back, Jill was sitting on the edge of the bed. “I was about to join you but my legs are still weak.”He told Greg get the towels off the bed and then go shower in the guest room while he.