Aren't you?" Jack noddedsadly, and his lip trembled. Cindy began rubbing a little faster, alternatingten fast strokes with ten slow ones."I mean, I ha...ve a big old boyfriendwho loves to fuck me, but you could've had me for ten grand,but you just wantto be a pathetic little girl, right, just a loser." Despite his stiffrod, Jack's eyes began welling up as he thought of how true this girl's assessmentwas... Cindy's voice grew softer and more honeyed. Her nails seemed to be hittingall of Jack's. It was a good meal.After supper, the women went into the kitchen and talked while we guys had cleared the table and then sat down to talk, too.Allen said, “You are well prepared here. Were you a prepper before?”“No.” I smiled. “Living out here for over twenty years taught me to be prepared for inclement weather. That preparation spread to looking at other issues that might come up with bad weather. This wasn’t on my list of things but it’s worked out. Much of the barn, water, and other outside. I push my body into yours, and line my cock back up at your perfect pussy. Entering you from behind, you can feel how deep my cock can really go. You scream in pleasure as I keep pushing into you deeper and deeper. The water crashing down over your back, inbetween our bodies, slapping around as my hips bang into your ass. I spin you off the wall, your face away from the water, and push you over at the hips, so you’re now basically holding your ankles as I keep fucking you from behind. . “I mean in the same bed?”“Yes,” I said.I felt lots of tingles again.I decided to keep him busy by putting him to work painting. Walls, not people. When we’d been at the Home Depot I saw a stack of cans of paint by the paint counter that were marked way down because they were returns. There were three or four shopping carts, abandoned on the streets, so we snagged one of them and walked back to the big box store. I talked the guy at the desk in the paint department and he talked to his assistant.