She’d never changed a slave cylinder seal. She hadn’t even known what one was before last weekend. Still, at least she didn’t have to dismantle ...anything else to get to it, somewhat limiting the things that could go wrong. Chewing on a fingernail, she remembered that she could ring Geoff for advice and Chaz, who lived in a small caravan behind Ruth and Alex, had offered if she needed to borrow any more tools. She pulled on her overalls, and crawled under the truck with her socket set. She could. . they felt like extra large pencil erasers to my touch. I kept playing with and plying them as I slid my cock in and out of her hot pussy, all of the sensations adding up to a huge overload for my brain. I felt her tighten up again and the head jerking and hair tossing started up again. However once again when I slowed my pace, she hissed "Don't stop, dammit, don't stop." I wondered when my name had been changed and was that a good thing or not.I didn't stop. In fact I actually picked up the. I retreated back into office, shutting the lights, the blinds and the door and fell resignedly onto the couch for visitors. I cried loudly, not sparing a thought for the office neighbors or people nearby as I grieved for the sudden void that Josh’s departure had left in my life.For the next month, I had lost all motivation. My time at work was spent slowly going through the motions and my time at home was no different. Every time I pulled into the office, I hoped to see his truck and every time. " He pushed her head away while he still had some self-control. "I have a feeling we could go on like that all day."She asked, "You mean, I'd wake you up as your special alarm clock, and suck you until you cum? And then I'd immediately stroke you back to full size so I could suck you again? And then we'd do it again, and again, and again? Can you just imagine your poor, helpless, big-titted mommy staying in your bed all day, forced to service your cock like some kind of love slave? MMMM!"Her.