Grab any farming equipment you can find and return directly to the cabin. Use your best judgment," the commander ordered as she gave Darlene's and Seraina's hand a squeeze of affection. "This lot comes to six-thousand-four-hundred-sixty seven dollars and thirty-eight cents. Will this be cash or charge?" The liquor store manager didn't bat an eye as he read out the total. Sheila cringed a bit and dug through her wallet and handed the man her Radiant Blue Titanium credit card. Prestige credit cards are designed to impress strangers with the owner's willingness to spend money they don't have. I smiled; even debt has girls class distinctions. "Who spends six-grand on a case of booze? You got bottles in here that cost more than my first three cars. Combined." I carefully dropped the cardboard box of exotic spirits on the carpet in the empty crew cabin of our transport. "Hell of a party you're planning," I observed with a chuckle. "This lot is not for us, it is for charity, part of the annual gift to our friendly assessor. His office is our next stop," Sheila said with a laugh as she preened in front of the aptly named softcore vanity mirror above the driver's visor. "Is this too daring?" She fingered the third button on her flannel work shirt before she undid it and jiggled her breasts in her hands. "Nice visual, boss. That's what I call 'cleavage with attitude.' What's the occasion?" "Charlie's been county assessor just short of forever. He's hardcore except he loves his booze. Says it helps him forget," she said with a grin. "Crap! At these prices, what the heck is he trying to forget?" I lifted an amber colored bottle of Highland Park 25-Year-old whiskey and examined the sales slip. "Eight-hundred-sixty-three dollars? You gotta be kidding." I let out a whistle. "Amnesia is expensive. We're trying to get him to un-remember Liberty Mountain. We're not worried about the taxes, we don't want our geothermal capacity and server farm to be part of the official record. No point in leaving teasing a paper trail for others to follow," Sheila said as she attached a thank you note and a bouquet of forget-me-nots to the case of bourbon and Scotch. Like striptease a good gopher, I hauled the case of ninety-proof Memory-Be-Gone into the assessor's office and stood slightly behind Sheila as we waited for a hefty Hispanic woman of enormous proportions to finish her phone call. I was tempted to hum, "I'll never be your beast of burden" but decided discretion was the better part of valor and kept my musical musings to myself. Ever since getting stopped by the cops, Sheila had become reserved and pensive as if she were pissed at herself, or the world. The talkative woman behind the desk was all bosom and thighs. Her chest erotic oozed out of her too-tight halter top like twin muffins in adjoining cupcake tins: plump, brown, and beautiful in a super-sized way. She began to lick, from between his balls, up his shaft, and back down. She enjoyed the feeling of the warm sun on her wet breasts and the cool water against her newly tattooed hips. I turned the softcore corner to find Kyle hanging over a childish looking Brooke. “I love you both!” I howled. Sandra felt Jay’s ass tense around her tongue as he shot his load onto her chest. You are so beautiful. It was unlikely anyone would be hiding here erotic on these inhospitable beaches, least of all Mandy, who absolutely despised the cold. There was no need for a build-up. “Have for several years now,” she said sort of matter of fact. We fucked two more times, and I surprised him when I told him to do me up the ass. “What you’re doing is illegal girls and it misrepresents the school.” “Thanks, Marylou; I really appreciate your thoughts, but…I don’t know what I’d do without her.” A tear came to my eye as I envisioned a life without my love. I agree, still mouthing her dick. Hazel chuckled. I noted that his face was red as he turned and went out the teasing door with an erection. But now that I was already taking the biggest dick of my life in my pussy I was scared that if I took a second one in my ass I would tear open. “Are you going to make our little girl-cum?” asked Daddy, thrusting so hard and deep into Mom's pussy. She asked as she tried to stroke him, but he crossed his legs making it harder for her to get access. Emma seemed more intrigued at my explanation and was keen to hear the things I have done but sadly I haven’t really got that much experience as its hard for a guy to look striptease for girls as girls are more reserved when it comes to sex. When Tamara had gently inquired or floated leading questions around Alice's family, she had politely but expertly been rebuffed and she'd learned not to bother. I started the next episode, the mountains episode. “Mr. Hurley, welcome. The surprise quickly gave way to the sensation of screwing Morgan again. He pissed all over her face and hair and tits, washing some of the sperm away. She wondered what it felt like, to have that hard shaft spearing her, to have that knot stretching her, plugging her wetness... I groaned, playing around in there as the silky friction of Daddy's cock pumping away in my cunt drove me wild. “Ok. How many times per week?” “What did you want to ask me?” Evelyn questions and leans back on her wife’s lap to look at her properly. She was still wearing the sundress, but had changed into a set of heels that made her ass scream ‘spank me.’ Jake followed, her staring at her swaying ass as she led him to an empty classroom. Dakota loves her. After that I sat down and waited for the train to get back to where I first got on it.