Always.”January 28, 1987, Chicago, Illinois“What did you want to talk about?” Bethany asked on Wednesday evening, after I got home from karate p...ractice.“Something Elyse said to me on Monday afternoon after we dropped Stephie at the airport.”“How are you holding up?” she asked.“Believe it or not, I’m fine. Sad. But fine. Stephie really gave me some things to think about. Not to mention a good kick in the butt in her wonderful Southern way. I’m actually meeting Father Basil for lunch tomorrow to. ”“When will they lay those underground cables, did they say?”“Kurt said they would start on Tuesday, they already have the trenchers moved in, up next to the road.”“Damn, I love this shit.” I said.“Jerry will be leaving out Monday morning, and we will be pulling out early Tuesday, to meet Kelly in Pensacola, just before noon. If you need anything at all, you’ve got my cell number.”“Murphy, you’ve got a bunch of good workers on the job, and they’re excited about getting to work out here, a lot. At that point I knew there was no way that my whore was going to let this boy leave without fucking her. I looked at my bride and commented that she looked mighty thirsty, as I poured all three of us another glass. Anne Marie was quite flustered. Her breathing was shallow and her face was beet red. When Zack reached for his glass, Anne Marie looked at me and just sort of shrugged her shoulders as if to say, Sorry, honey. I just have to have him. She then turned to Zack and said with a. When Troy stepped on the gas, I felt my orgasm starting. I arched my back and felt myself creaming onto the seat. I tried to bite my lip, but couldn’t stop myself from screaming as we pulled into the parking space next to the speaker. Troy put the vehicle in park and rolled down the window. I sat back in the now wet seat, panting and teasing those last few spasms out of my pussy as Troy gave his order to the speaker. When he turned to ask what I wanted, I giggled out “Your cock deep inside me”.