Quiet laughter trickled out from his mouth. ‘Slow down, sweet. It’s not Survivor,’ he said. ‘We still have time.’ Clothes went flying, boots... hit the floor. Two bodies entwined, rolling over on the tangled sheets, striving for domination. He won. Pinning me to the bed with his body nestled between my thighs, he raised his upper body and looked down into my flushed face. Panting, he slowly lowered his mouth to my nipple, carefully laving it with the flat of his tongue. He raised his head again. Then the car stopped rocking and the man sat up.Frank could see the man drop what looked like a used condom out the window and then he appeared to be adjusting his clothes before he opened the door and got out. Frank could see Elisabeth lying on the backseat through the open door. Her dress had been pushed all the way up around her waist. She slid out of the backseat, not bothering picking up her discarded panties. When she stood, Elisabeth wiggled her ass while pushing her tight dress back. ”“We need to make another call on Mira Dooley and Phyllis Morris. Those two women came close to getting the best of us.”“Hell Yeah! We need to make that run, before we get covered up planting cotton... “DAMN, Josey! Who is that walking across the front yard of that big house?”“That’s Brenda Clarke. She’s married to the manager of the Tri-County Co-op, and the mother of the two Farm Bureau Insurance agents we’re getting our farm and ranch insurance through.”“How old are her two daughters? She. Most woman's butts are tighter than their pussy, especially after childbirth. Take my word for it."Tonya stood and pulled his face to her chest. There was an irresistible invitation and he feasted on those incredible tits. She slowly sat back down and he ended up on his knees sucking on her breasts. He really enjoyed it, even though he felt the cage shrink again. He knew he should stop, but how often do you get such chances?“You are so good at that. Damn that JJ, I really want to fuck you!”.