As Dan drifted to sleep, Laura had a request of her lover. “Turn the spot lights on and open the drapes. Show the world how you like to fuck my ass.... When you are finished with my ass come straight to my mouth, my face; just keep fucking me.” Laura leaned head and shoulders down to the bed bracing for her man. One final request, “Get me red before you fuck me. My whole body wants you this time.” Greg warmed her bottom with gusto until both cheeks were indeed quite red. Laura yelped and moaned as. He got up quickly, being afraid he was all ready to murder his wife.He threw on his clothes quickly and went out to the barn. The cows were stomping around restlessly."Fucking Spence! I get stuck doing this shit all the time while he sleeps late. I may fire him!"He grabbed the cows' udders and squeezed, quickly, efficiently and cruelly. He enjoyed making them wince. As he kept milking, he became aware that his hardon was back, and that his body was tingling all over."Damn! I'm getting so angry. " Oh, shit..." she fumbled the controller, dropping it to the floor and snatching for it."You alright?" Yeah, fine... really..." I see... It's just that... well, you weren't doing well when you could see, and the tears can't be helping." Fuck off, Marcus. Just fuck off and leave me alone..." Sorry..." he muttered, fumbling with the controller as he tried to put it away."Just give me the fucking letter." She growled, her face screwed up into an expression Marcus didn't recognise."Sure... sorry,. Truly, few lust over a Toyota Camry in the way that collectors lust over a new or old Boss Mustang. Unable to even afford the admission price of a ticket, the $225 in advance price and the $275 at the door ticket fee is way over my head to walk the manicured lawns of Pebble Beach while looking at all of the beautiful cars. With even the airfare out of my price range, forget about the hotel stay, I can’t afford to indulge myself in the luxury of attending the Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance.