Gail caught the booth door on the backswing and entered. It reeked of sex. Hoisting her skirt up and sliding her panties down, Gail squatted and relie...ved herself. After drying herself with an abundance of toilet paper, it hit her; the masturbating girl had called out Warren's name!My God, she thought, automatically touching her clit gingerly with her middle finger then probed her labia searching for her juices which were seeping out of her. She knew other women were waiting for any sounds of. Hard.I sat down next to him, actually there was a stool between us. He patted the empty stool, almost like an order. I smiled, shook my head no and gave him the finger. He shrugged and sipped at his beer.Yet again, he was looking good. The casual look again; jeans, another white, untucked shirt...and boots. Brown leather boots that looked like he had them for awhile. Heels worn a little, square toed, the leather taken care of and on the ankles, straps coming to dull brass rings. For one, insane. "Ok, push it in." I said as I positioned the tip. She slowly drove it home, pausing when her pelvis met mine. It filled me just right.I started moving my hips up and down at her. "Come on baby, give your mommy a good fucking, I need it so bad." And she did. She started thrusting in and out, quick at first, then faster. She was like a jackhammer pounding me, her tiny hips practically fitting between my legs. I didn't last long, moments later I was in the throws of my second, and then third. Stepping into the sunlight outside the barn door I take another deep breath, willing the tears to stay down. This is how it must be. The rock of the family is gone, so here we all are, rummaging through her things, rifling through papers and receipts, deciding what’s trash, what’s junk, what needs saved and what goes to who. It doesn’t feel right, and I feel like we’re invading her privacy. I know it’s silly, and I know she understands. Still, it’s a hard job on the heart. I make my way slowly.