Leaning up against his black 1989 Chevy Silverado, his grin reminiscent of the cat who’d eaten the canary, heart beating rapidly, he quickly typed o...ut a reply and hit send. Jack: Where at? I’m busy until about 6 tonight. And don’t call her fire-crotch, shit for brains. Meggie/Trixie: She wants to go to that yuppy new place downtown. I KNOW, you don’t even have to remind me, the drinks are expensive there… I’m gonna pretend I forgot my wallet hahahahaha! Jack: Sounds like a plan. I know… It’s. Slowly, rolling them in small circles, pushing my butt back in to him. And I felt him become harder, his cock now rock solid, pressing in to me, I pressed right back.We moved together like this for a little while, keeping our movements small so as not to draw attention to ourselves. We were surrounded by others in this tiny space. I was getting so turned on, my pussy was dripping wet. I slowly moved my hand round behind me, and let me fingers brush against his bulging cock, bursting to get out. I ran around in the mud until I slipped. I tried to catch myself but fell on my side into the cool, wet, mud. I got up slowly. I stood there running my hands on my muddy body. I felt a surge of electricity throughout my body and started masturbating. I went down on my knees and begun to act like I was riding a hung stallion. I bounced up and down into the mud. It felt good between my ass cheeks. I looked up at the stars between the clouds as I got closer to climax. I was almost there went I. I slept restlessly, but still woke up early, as I had every day that I'd been Cooper. I puttered around in the kitchen for a little bit, but I felt isolated here at the house by myself so I climbed into the Wrangler in search of breakfast.I decided to go west on River Road today to see what I could find that way and wound up having breakfast at the River Inn Grill. The coffee was good and plentiful and that made me wonder what I had for making coffee at the house. I got a big to go container.