My wife and I live in Clewiston Florida. Clewiston is a small town on the south edge of Lake Okeechobee in the southern central part of the state. The... last census had the population at around seventy five hundred people. It’s ninety percent agriculture and cattle country, cowboys and rednecks.I was recruited right out of college to work for U. S. Sugar in their accounting department. That’s where I met my wife Lily, who was born and raised right here in this tiny town. I met her shortly after. I got a makeover. My mom was really mad.”“Your mom gets mad when you wear makeup?” I asked, shaking the bottle of nail polish.“She’s always mad at me,” Becky said, matter-of-factly.“Some moms are like that,” I said, looking Becky in the eye, past her steely gaze to the soft, lonely eyes of a sensitive little girl that needed my help. “My mom was like that. She was a real witch.”Becky giggled and I giggled too, and I saw her posture soften. “My mom says that I’m too young to wear makeup,” she. He unsnapped it and her full breasts fell out and into his hands. They felt so soft and luscious. He kneaded them and felt his cock get so hot and hard. She then held him in her hands as she played with her boobs. ‘Your breasts are fantastic!’ ‘Thanks. Your cock is wonderful, too.’ She played with it a little bit and then said, ‘Do you want to put it in me?’ ‘Oh yes,’ Dave said. He massaged the back of her neck and guided her right to his hard on. She swallowed the whole thing. She was blowing. She opened the book, pretending to read, crossing and uncrossing her legs. His eyes were locked on her panties, as they peeked out and then disappeared with each movement of her legs.She set the book aside, and stretched deeply. Her back arched, the shirt pulled open, putting her beautiful cleavage on full display. A hint of her perfume, and her own natural scent floated to his suddenly ultra sensitive nostrils. The beast that was John’s lust roared, yet he remained riveted to the chair. Nita.