. only that there was a place to rub between a woman's legs.Her thoughts were interrupted by Becky. "We don't mind, Mamma," said her daughter. "We kno...w AJ makes you happy. Why do you think we didn't mind sleeping under the wagon in the first place?"Bella's thoughts about her daughter found voice."When we get things arranged here we'll have to see what kind of men there are around these parts," she said."Why?" asked Becky."You need a husband," said her mother."No I don't!" said Becky. He might not be able to fuck, but I’ll bet he knows what to do with his tongue. You’ve got my card, talk it over with Stick and give me a call.’ I expected her to slip into her dress and kiss me good night. Instead she stared wide-eyed at me. ‘You really think I’m a lousy lay, don’t you?’ she hissed, her hands going back to her bra snaps. Her soft breasts bounced in joyful relief at being released again. She stood and slipped her panties down. ‘This one’s on me, Buster,’ she said through. If I made him cum, then maybe they'd switch positions, and George would reciprocate. I thought it might be easier to manipulate him since he does love sucking dick. Letting his sac slip from my mouth, I went full suction on George's cock while swirling my tongue all about the head. He ran his hands through my hair as he closed in on his climax.Kelly heard his increasing moans and cheered, "That's it, baby, use our prisoner for your pleasure. Fill his undeserving mouth with your tasty cum." All. You could tell he loved it, because that’s when he started to fuck her back, ramming his cock into her pussy. She was enjoying every minute of it, and so was I. Once they both came, they lay in the bed. The woman ended up packing her things up and leaving in the middle of the night. I dreamt about him that night, dreamt about him fucking me instead of her, dreamt about him and I having a relationship. I loved everything about just him and me together. It was almost perfect. Almost. The weekend.