He discovered that the biggest pump, an old one built back around the turn of the century, had bearings that were running red hot. Well, Jim knew that... they didn't have enough water to begin with, and if they lost that pump, they'd lose half of what little they had. To make a long story short, he spent most of the next two days on his belly with an oil can in his hand, trying to lubricate the bearings to keep that pump going, knowing all the while that if it seized up while it was running, there. She understood enough about 18-year-old boys to not encourage this one.“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”“That’s all right, Jim. It’s no problem.” Phyllis could tell it was no problem for Jim either. The way that his cock was stiffening in his shorts was somewhat gratifying, Phyllis thought. She wondered if she made it on to his list of “MILS.” She was perfectly aware that every teenaged boy had a mental list of “Moms I’d Like To Serve,” although she also knew that the more coarse. She followed him to the office were he fucked her on the desk rocking her with orgasms. He slapped her tits and ass, swatted her clit with his fingers and even choked her. Finally she was so fucked she shook violently at the slightest touch, Jackie told her there was a bed off of the office and she fell to sleep in it. For the next month Jackie fucked her three and four times a day as did many of the other people in the house, one two and three at a time, she never left and she never said no. “I really have had a great time.” He leaned over and kissed her. “Let me come back with you?” he asked her. His fingers were persuasive under her dress. She opened her thighs wider for him. “I do want you again,” she told him. “But... “ “I’ll follow on behind you,” he told her. “I want to fuck you in your own bed.” “You really mean that you want to fuck me in Neil’s bed, don’t you?” Karl nodded. Claire wanted him to fuck her in the marital bed. She led the way to her home; stopping off at.