Ashley accepted kisses from both "Ann" and then "Floyd." Brad's eyes narrowed perceptibly. Kisses were routine in greeting old friends, deep kisses wh...ere tongues dueled with each other were not. He stood back as his wife and the two others moved about in a tight clinch, almost bumping him out of the way. When his back touched the counter behind him, he could retreat no further."Sir... ?" Brad turned to find the counter clerk offering him a pen and the just-printed agreement. "Can you sign on. You slide your cock between my legs rubbing the head over my wet lips as you enter my throbbing wet tunnel. You thrust harder and harder, deeper and deeper. Your hungry cock ravaging my pussy. I move my legs and place my feet on your chest as you pound away, so deep you touch my cervix with every thrust. It tickles I cannot contain it any longer I come again squirting my honey dew all over your cock. You tell me to turn over as your going to “fuck my arse”. I’m on all fours pushing my arse in. It was the next day that things really took off . I awoke the next morning and headed out to go to class when I found a note on my windshield. It read ( it has been a busy week I have been working the late shift but I need your assistance tomorrow I lost an earring in the bathroom sink and need to see if you can get it?)..... my heart was pounding.. she wanted me to be a plumber for her again. I could hardly wait for the next day to come around but finally was able to head over to her apartment. Chris asked her if she needed a lift to her camp site. Her delightful laugh rang out again. ‘No thanks,’ she said, ‘I can walk’. He didn’t know the area that well, but thought there were no camp sites near the loco shed. ‘Well, see you in the morning.’ Chris was early again. Ruefully he reflected he was acting like a schoolboy with a crush. Suddenly he was aware of the same noise from the loco that he had heard yesterday. He tried walking round on the ground this time, and narrowed its location.