“When we get to the room, all I want to do is take a piss, then go to bed. And go to sleep.”“Okay,” I said, a bit disappointed. “I guess I c...an always go down to the casino and visit the blackjack tables.”“You do that,” Susie said. “Just be careful and don't lose all our money.” So, two hours later I was doing what Kenny Rogers told us never to do: Counting my money as I was sitting at the table. I was up about eighty dollars and couldn't seem to get over that amount. I'd told myself that I'd. You want this hard dick baby? Do you? Talk to me you horny slut." I whimpered softly "Fuck me." He slapped my ass again. "What did you say? I can't hear you. Tell me what you fucking want!" he growled. " I want you to fuck me." I whimpered again. Once more, I felt a stinging slap on my ass and the sharp pain brought tears to my eyes but my clit throbbed madly. "Last time I'm asking, what the fuck do you want?" At the moment I knew exactly what I wanted and I knew what he wanted to hear. "Fuck. Why do you ask?’ ‘Cause you was acting real strange at Morey’s, that’s why. You didn’t even say a ‘how do you do’ before you tore out of there like a horse in a hayfield. Darn right unneighborly of you, Henry Joe,’ Boo stated. ‘Damn right unneighborly.’ I reached over and boxed Boo’s ears for swearing and she left out a muffled yelp of pain. ‘And you, Miss Boo-Renee Appleblossom Parker, you know better than to be cussing like some farmhand!’ ‘Henry, you know I hate it when you call me that!’. I plopped down on my back with my legs dangling in the water. Mollie swam over and stood between my legs. The girl started making good on her promise of providing a hole for warming my cock. She grabbed my half-limp, cold-wet shaft and put it in her mouth.God, it felt good! After the coolness of the creek, the girl’s mouth felt like a fiery furnace. Her tongue and her lips massaged my tender, soft flesh. My cock sprang back to life incredibly fast. The girl’s warm, wet mouth bobbed up and down.