"Then other days I believe you want me to run your emotional rehab clinic." Well don't let it worry you. As long as it works, go with it," she said, l...aughed, then hung up on me.We had plants to go into the house we had harvested already. So we didn't need to do anything but start doing it. "So I guess I'll run the tiller in the number one house," he informed me when we arrived back in the compound."Then I'll get my little stool with wheels and plant the seedlings. Go easy on the fertilizer this. She allowed herself to slip down further and the fullness increased as her cunt took in half the length of his shaft. Slowly he lifted her again to spread her slippery fluid on his dick. She pushed down on him again and felt the massive cock hit her cervix. She had as much of him inside her that she could physically take. Tammy sat there a moment and let her muscles relax to accommodate the organ within her. Slowly, gradually she started to move on him. The feeling of fullness was incredible.. “He is! You’ll see! I got the basket and two cokes for each of us — Dr Pepper for me and Steve and Root Beer for you, Emily.”“Dr Pepper and Root Beer are not ‘Coke’, Peaches!” I objected.“For a guy who gets straight A’s in school, you are dumber than a box of rocks at times, Yankee! They call it ‘pop’ in Chicago. You call it ‘soda’ like them Yankees up in New York! We call it ‘coke’ no matter what flavor it is.”I chuckled, “My dad’s from New York City, so I probably call it ‘soda’ because he. He was always positive and supportive for her, as she was for him.She designed a new, white evening dress. It covered her from its high collar to the flowing hem around her feet. The dressmaker had eyed her knowingly when she told her what she wanted. The dress was really six pieces, attached to each other with velcro. Skin tight, both hiding all and hinting at much more, it was designed to be removed piece by piece. Under her dress, she would wear six different items. She purchased matching.