Walt hadn'tfared much better, sleeping until dawn, but waking up with a backache. Itwasn't a good way to face the long day ahead.By one in the afterno...on they were within a hundred miles of Chupadero.Close enough to see it's occasional inclusion on signs for many better-known and more desirable destinations. They decided to stop for lunch,after all, before the final stretch. The Iguana Caf? looked like it hadonce been a convenience store. Marcia, suspecting an emergency visit fromthe health. We’ll, we normally choose tails based on age. I’ve got to ask – have you ever had anything up your ass?? Esme gulped. ?Yes, but it’s been a while.? Bradley snorted from the other side of the bound reporter. ?Yeah. Like Jimmy. Yesterday during lunch.? Esme blushed. ?You knew about that?? she asked in surprise. Bradley shrugged. ?From the way the editing van was rocking it was fairly obvious. Plus your tits were mashed up against the back window.? Esme’s. He grasped the cock as she let go to sit and slouch down so her ass was directly at the hole. John held and stroked the organ while she raised her legs against the wall and spread them. They trembled, against her will, as she pushed into the wall. John aimed the head into her familiar swollen red labia, the inner lips showing out, pink and lubricated. He slid the head into her opening and it popped inside. They both heard the AAHHH! From the other side of the plasterboard wall. “Oh fuck,. Please have a seat and I’ll call you.”I sat in a chair in the area and waited. About twenty minutes later, Lynn and our lawyer John Smith walked in the door. I stood and greeted my wife with a hug and shook John’s hand.“When I got here, I check at the desk and they said that Erin wasn’t in the system yet and that they would call me.” I told John.“I’ll check it out.” John said and walked to the desk.“Paul, what happened?” Lynn asked.“I don’t really know, Lover. I was sitting in the waiting room.