“That’ll work. I ain’t got shit to do for real.”“You’re the best, Josh,” Darain shared.Josh strode out of the shop.One customer said, �...�I’m not into White boys, but he got some swag.”“Yeah,” lisped Darian. “You know my Aunt Lynnette?”“Mmhmm,” the woman with rollers in her head hummed.“That’s her granddaughter’s father.”“Oh. Is it now?”“Mmhmm.”“So that’s the White boy Mariah was messing with. I ain’t mad at her.”“I know girl. She say he was good too.”The two hens shared a hearty laugh as Darian. ”My slow grind brings me closer to my own climax. I gradually accelerate while pushing Jordan down until I tip over the edge. My cunt contracts. My animalistic cry rivals with the thunder as toe-curling pleasure washes through me.Were I alone, I’d crumble right away. Still, my playmate has deserved his orgasm – and I want sperm inside me so badly. Jordan moves his hips to fuck me back and finally, his face convulses. His whole body stiffens. A surge of burning liquid fills me up – and I am. It was Monday morning; Mark, Lorrie, Marcy and I were boarding the King Air, headed to Lewisburg, Tennessee.Our flight ended at Lewisburg Municipal Airport. We had to rent one of our competitor's cars there. Just to prevent a YouTube moment the pilot was going to rent the car and chaffer us around. Marcy did a tour of the airport making notes and writing down phone numbers.As with all my plans, we arrived early enough to make a tour of the grounds with Cindy's map. We even looked inside any. They would need to be happy with brisket, ranch beans, and corn bread. It was good enough for ranch hands so it would need to be good enough for these high and mighty Wizards. She did add tea to the normal offerings of coffee, milk and water selections of something to drink at Udit's suggestion.The Delegation was supposed to arrive by 11:00 AM. It was nearly 12:00 before two large, black Dodge Ram Chargers pulled into the ranch yard. The Flynn clan filed out the kitchen door as the vehicles.