Hold the wagon for a bit. I tossed some old seed bags on the wagon and picked her up. She was a tiny thing the size of a young girl. She was about 5 f...eet tall and probably 90 lbs. I laid her on the wagon and she took off her shorts. She opened her legs and said this will be good. She got upset when I started giving her oral sex. She said her pussy was wet, she did not have anything to wipe with. I did not care, the pussy was worth a few drips of pee. Tongue and sucking the little pussy of hers. .)However, mid-way through our tape, the phone rang. Obviously, I let the machine take the call -- hey, *I'm* no dummy -- but once I heard the caller's voice, I quickly (and apologetically) shooed Sara off my cock and ran for the phone, just barely managing to grab the receiver before she hung up.On the other end of the line was Beth, yet another stripper who danced with my wife. The quintessential beautiful disaster, Beth was a gorgeous natural blonde cheerleader type, with a body that. Jerry was a bit concerned as he had gotten my eye, but I didn’t pay that much attention to him after that. When I got closer, I make hard eye contact and then let him draw me in. I finally arrived and the time was now. ‘Excuse me, is this chair taken? It’s pretty crowded here and you don’t appear to be holding this for any one now.’ In the cheesiest way I could, I batted my eyes. ‘Hi, my name is Eva, but my friends call me Eve.’ I held out my hand to shake his. He got a very confused look on. Relief finally came as Simon’s pee stream started. He put his hands on his hips as the waistband pulled under his balls supported his cock. Just as he started to pee, the toilet flushed from the stall and Professor Susan Miller walked out. Simon was shocked as he heard Professor Miller greet him with a cheery, “Good Afternoon, Simon,” as she washed her hands at the sink right next to him. “I guess we are both running a little late today.”Susan Miller was not one of the relaxed hippie-type.