No man could compare to Buttercup for the passion it aroused in her and the sheer pleasure of merely touching her, let alone the peaks of ecstasy thei...r lovemaking visited on her. Although compared to most women in the community, Tracey and Buttercup were now relatively well-off, Tracey could see that it was not bringing her lover nearly as much satisfaction as it did her. Buttercup did seem to enjoy the company of some men much more than others, but these were those few men who would actually. Not going to jail was a much more preferable exit strategy than the alternative.Once again, the site was a buzz of activity, with everyone moving equipment as best as they could back into the trucks. They all worked their asses off this time. They didn’t want anyone to have any clue what kind of operation this was. If they knew for sure it was a failed robbery, they’d have a much better idea of where to look. If it looked like a terrorist attack, they’d have much more opportunity to deflect. Spurt after spurt of my cum jetted into his mouth and he didn't miss a drop. In fact, he vacuumed off the rest of the load from my cock with his expert mouth until I was almost perfectly clean. Looked like no worries about going back to work in a mess, but I wasn't done yet.I always pay back a favour with a favour and as Bob wiped his mouth and licked his lips, I turned around, stepped out of my dress pants and underwear which were around my ankles, grabbed the stall door top and bent forward. " We have to take care of Elizabeth too, Mama. Uncle Bunny told me she made him happy when he came home to her at night. He said she was sweet, and not complex or demanding. He said he was going to speak with you about it, but then he didn't because of how upset you were with his decision not to have that operation." I was jealous of her. I resented how she was able to settle him down, and make him contented to be with her alone. I was never jealous of Georgia, at least I wasn't jealous after.