I was in his arms and he was kissing me deeply beneath the hot August sun. ‘The project is done my sweet patient love, and I have off till Monday mo...rning.’ I smiled, ‘Your mine all weekend?’ He nodded. ‘Got any ideas for what you want to do?’ He looked into my eyes saw the lust shimmering there just for him and laughed as he walked us into the house. Once in the house I took the telephone off the hook and we put the cell phones and pagers into the fridge. It was the most soundproof thing we. " I "Oooh, bitch take it long wrong, babe." You "Like a goafer Duck, hahhh -Ssshlur-glur-glur-glur-glursh, fuck you nigga, dick my throat." I "Shit, baby oh you ignant bitch, glurp that pipe bitch!" You "Oh shit!!!" We pull up to Metro Sj airport, you still sucking an talkin' shit. "Uh unh, nigga dont run nigga - dont run glolly lolly Zlurrrurp- let a bitch suck the sweat from underneath these ole old saggy ass dirty ass black balls, oh nigga im ya domer duck, for this pipe, oh good god, ya. Not a word was spoken, except by her, asking me if she was good. Of course I said yes, you were great. She got dressed and said she had to go because her friend, the one I banged a couple years back while in HS, was her ride. Off she went. So I got dressed.As the buddies started to emerge from their own escapades, we all sat on the couch and the Q&A session started. So after a couple of stories the focus shifted to me. Of course I was proud and wanted to share my pounding of the 2 hole to. What they didn’t know, though, was that Gunthar had become Lacey’s favorite mount in the mornings while the boys were out doing chores and had done a lot for her learning of the ways of becoming a barrel racer. This, of course, flew right over Lacey’s head as she ran up and hugged both men tightly, gushing praise before rubbing Gunthar lovingly as he nudged and poked at her pockets for the treats she usually brought him. ‘Oh my god … that was amazing! You two just HAVE to come in the top.