“You ready for my fat cock in your tight pussy Alice? Do you want my cock deep in your hole? Would you rather get fucked by my cock than lick that b...itches pussy hey?”“Come on Alice you aint getting this cock till you tell me”“I’m ready for your fat cock, force it into my tight little hole and make me come, I want your come inside me fill me up”I rubbed my hard knob it the soft folds of her ripe pussy hole, each time forcing a bit more hard shaft into her.“God your fucking so tight Alice, your. I got aroused every time I looked at her anyway, but in that tight sweater that tucked up under her delightful boobs, a bare middle and tiny pleated skirt and tinier underpants, well, I about died before she left after a couple of twirls and high kicks.I stumbled to the bathroom, ejaculated into the sink, three thick loads of my rich cream, trying not to whimper as I emptied my balls and made up my mind. Then I went to her room. She was standing by her bed, stripping off the clinging white. As the wagon twisted in its fall, the wagon tongue was broken loose and the mules were left standing on the solid ground, while the wagon with its driver fell into the sink hole. The wagon never twisted enough to fall over, but managed to stay on its wheels as it rapidly fell out of sight. The reins were jerked from the driver's hands, and the mules took this sudden jerk to be an order to stand in place.Some would say that the driver deserved to die for his stupidity, but lady luck decided to. "I don't see it," Steve said. "Admittedly you're a pretty girl. But I got written up in Mrs. Foster's black book for saying one tenth of that." Shannon shrugged. "Look for the Jeep when you leave," Steve continued. "Maybe there'll be a piece of venison for you."Bill Jensen held a children's book on his lap as Amy watched the television. He'd used the surface to write his letter to Shannon. He'd expressed his gratitude, he'd mentioned the pay, he'd explained why the lawyer felt that Steve was in.