It was too much for any woman to possibly stand.My pussy clenched as I screamed uncontrollably, “Yes Zack yes! Fuck me! Let it all out!”He loved w...hen I moaned and yelled, and by some miracle he managed to fuck me even harder. I orgasmed again as his steaming cum gushed into me. I sat up with my arms wrapped around him. We were both trying to catch our breath. How I had waited for a night like this… we both worked and we fell asleep almost instantly upon hitting the bed. Tonight every last bit. "Your tits ain't exactly Jayne Mansfield's," I reminded her. "Like Karen's?" she asked. "Is that all you guys care about?" She slapped my weenie. It was a playful sexy slap, but I wasn't expecting it. I'd never heard of such a thing. I let out a little moan and almost fell over, my knees suddenly weak. She slapped the little guy again and I had to brace myself with a hand on her head. "Does oo wikes dat, Wittle Mister Spanky-boy?" she cooed at Junior. She slapped him again, even harder. I fell. ?What the fuck was that all about?!??Mom left a note, saying she won?t be home tonight. I figured we couldbond a little. I didn?t think we?d be able to do that if you could justrun upstairs and hide in your cave, so I locked the door, and hid thekey.??Why the fuck are you doing this to me?!?Millie?s look quickly turned to sadness, and she quietly said, ?Because Imiss you. You?ve become a brat in the last few years, and when we werekids, we got along so well. You stopped wanted to play with me. Passepartout grew more and more impatient as they went on, while Fix longed to get out of this difficult region, and was more anxious than Phileas Fogg himself to be beyond the danger of delays and accidents, and set foot on English soil. At ten o’clock at night the train stopped at Fort Bridger station, and twenty minutes later entered Wyoming Territory, following the valley of Bitter Creek throughout. The next day, 7th December, they stopped for a quarter of an hour at Green River station..