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By Doria Lyons

Chapter 2

One more day to go and the whole crew would be on a plane back to Los Angeles. Jo couldn't wait! Life in Sante Fe was too hot and definitely too boring!

Jo was use to going out to clubs and parties a couple of times a week and having friends come around at all hours of the day or night. Santa Fe was certainly not a social center. People worked, went home and had dinner, watched some television and went to bed. Jo needed a whole lot more to keepAher happy than that!

As Pete Henry gave one of the bit players directions, Jo walked over to the crew and started to chat. There was a new boy on one of the cameras and Jo had noticed that he was quiet and a bit subdued. His name was Jeff Gore and his father had been one of the top cameramen in Hollywood at one time. This was Jeff's first year as a professional cameraman, but he'd been helping his father as an apprentice for almost three years.

"Hi, how's it going?" questioned Jo, smiling from ear to ear.

"Oh, I think it's coming along all right, at least I hope so," laughed Jeff.

"This your first movie?"

"I've worked on dozens of movies with my dad, but this is my first one alone. I'm a bit nervous, but Pete Henry is a great guy to work with. He's really been an ace," Jeff smiled.

"I know what you mean. I've worked with him in France and I took this role because I knew Pete was directing. He's been a big help to me in my film career. The man's a gem!"

"That was a really nice scene you did with Tim Scott yesterday. I really admire you when you're in front of the camera. Your concentration is fantastic! I've watched lots of actresses work and I have to admit, you're quite impressive," said Jeff, a bit embarrassed.

"Why thank you, you've just made my day!" admitted Jo, sincerely.

Receiving a compliment like that was very important to Jo. She still knew that she was quite insecure when it came to her acting. She always felt that she could be doing better, or her work still wasn't quite what it should be. She was very critical with herself and an occasional compliment always helped pick her up.

Eyeing Jeff from head to toe, Jo went through her routine size-up. Looking at the boy intently, she realized he wasn't extremely handsome, but he had a quality about him that was terribly sexy.

He was built beautifully, and obviously worked out and kept his body in shape. He had long, brown, wavy hair that hung down to his shoulders, dr****g around a face that was special for some reason.

His eyes were what made him! They were two of the most incredible eyes that Jo had ever seen. They were a combination of hazel and green and looked like eyes on a cat. They were quite large and shone out of his head like spotlights.

Rarely was Jo attracted to men. But she definitely felt a tingle in her twat with this young boy. The quality she liked about him was his sincere concern and love for his work. He didn't have time for petty nonsense, or for making passes at the girls doing extra work. When he had a spare-minute, he'd check out his camera, or work out better lighting. The boy was dedicated, and Jo liked that trait.

She intended to come on to this young boy, but she knew she had to watch how she handled this one. She didn't want to scare him away, but at the same time, she wanted him to realize that she was interested.

Pete picked up his megaphone and called everyone to their places. This was the final scene to be shot in Santa.Fe and then they were all off to Los Angeles and back to the studio in Burbank. Jo couldn't wait!

The scene they were about to shoot was going to take a while since it involved quite a number of people. It was a crowd scene and they always took forever.

Walking towards her spot, Jo passed Tim, who was positioned directly to her right side. Trying to avoid his eyes, Jo stood next to him and didn't budge as she waited for Pete's directions.

"Did you have a nice time last night?" Tim smirked as he kept his head looking straight ahead.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Scott?" answered Jo, annoyed.

"You forget, my lovely, my room is right next to yours and motel room walls are made out of shit!" he said, grinning from ear to ear. "It sounded like you and that sweet, innocent young thing were having a party. I wish I had been invited."

"Not on your life, honey. I'd fuck a dog before I'd go near you!"

"You cunt! I ought to smash you in that fucking pretty face of yours!" Tim belted out, his face red with anger. Suddenly, a few of the crew and extra turned to look in Tim and Jo's direction. They'd obviously heard Tim's remark and wondered what the hell was going on.

"Look, you asshole! Everyone is looking at you! Probably thinking what a prick you are!" Jo laughed.

"Wait, bitch! You'll get yours soon!"

Looking straight ahead, Jo let out a peal of laughter. "I'm waiting, sweetheart. Don't make me wait too long, super-stud," Jo mocked.

"Okay, k**s. Let's get rolling. This is the final shot," Pete yelled through his megaphone. "I want lots of action and I want a look of terror on your face, Jo. Like it's the end for you and your lover."

Jo let out a sly laugh under her breath. "Lover! Shit!"

Trying to keep his lips still, Tim remarked. "Fuck you, bitch!"

"Right!" bellowed Pete. "Let's roll 'em, folks! After this one is wrapped up, we're on our way home!" he smiled.

As the jet pulled out of Albuquerque airport, everyone sighed with relief. It was a beautiful part of the country, but much too hot and much too boring for most of the folks. Everyone seemed in a jolly mood as the plane headed for Los Angeles and home!

"A couple of hours and well be back in Fantasyland," remarked Jo as she patted Sue on her leg.

"Yeah, Plastictown, U.S.A.," laughed Sue.

"I think when this film is in the can, I'm going to throw a really big party for the cast and crew. How's that sound?"

"Great! It sounds really super!" answered Sue, excitedly.

"Let's see, we've got only two more days of shooting in the studio and I can get together with a caterer today and have everything ready in two days. Fine!" Jo planned out loud.

"Where will you throw it?" asked Sue, curiously.

"At my place. I've got a pretty big house with a pool and quite a bit of ground. Plenty big for all these folks!"

"I can help you. Just let me know what you want me to do," smiled Sue.

The cast and crew were keeping the stewardesses on the plane quite busy supplying drinks. The booze was going straight down Jo's throat directly to her k**neys and she needed relief quick.

Rising from her seat and heading for the lavatory, Jo bumped into young Jim Gore in the aisle. "Hi, how's it going?" Jo smiled, a bit high.

"Just fine. Glad to be heading back to Los Angeles," Jim remarked.

"I know how you feel," laughed Jo, holding onto the back of someone's seat.

"Actually, I thought we'd be in Santa He a lot longer than we were. Everything has been going along quite smoothly and the schedule hasn't had one dent in it yet."

"Glad to hear that. Professionalism prevails!" laughed Jo. "Listen, would you like to come to dinner at my place tonight? I know this-is pretty short notice, but I figured since it's our first day back you might possibly be free," Jo asked, a bit nervously.

"Sure, that's sounds really nice," smiled the young boy.

"Super. After I relieve myself in the John, I'll write down my address and phone number. Okay?"

"Fine," he said, heading back to his seat.

Jo had to laugh to herself as she proceeded to the John. Here she was, Jo Ross, getting the jitters while asking a nine-teen-year-old boy to dinner. She'd been out with movie actors who were world-wide celebrities and she got the shakes asking a young new boy on the scene. But she felt that this k** was special! And she knew there was a reason for her nervousness. He had a quality that was almost magic. He seemed very gentle and soft, not at all that stereotype image of a he-man, rough, loud and hard. Those qualities in a man turned Jo off in a second!

Hopefully, Jo and the young boy would get to know each other in every way possible. She didn't want to leave anything unexplored. The urge to know this boy inside out was quite strong and she knew this was not something that happened to her often. This was something she had to follow through.

Upon relieving herself, Jo headed back for her seat only to discover Sue gone. Looking around, she discovered the young girl sitting next to Tim Scott, chatting away as if they were long, lost friends. Jo felt a surge of anger rise through her body, but suddenly decided to calm herself and not let it bother her.

After sitting in her seat for a few minutes, she saw Jim walking down the aisle and coming towards her. Smiling, she moved over to the next seat and asked him to sit down a for a while.

"Let me write down my address and number before I forget," said Jo, reaching into her bag for a pen and paper.

"Do you live in town?" asked Jim, curiously.

"I live out by the beach in Malibu," she replied. "I love the ocean and like getting up in the morning and just jumping right into the waves and waking myself up," she smiled. "And to tell you the truth, I hate living in town. I lived in Beverly Hills for a while and the smog and the cars and everything else drove me insane. I'm not a city person when it comes to where I live."

"I love the night life of the city, but I hate having to get up to it in the morning. I rather hear the ocean rolling in as opposed to motors starting up."

"I don't blame you. I'm not too crazy about the city either. I just moved up to Topanga Canyon recently. My folks live in Bel-Aire, but I like the Canyon much better. Lot more quiet and secluded," Jim explained. "I also bought myself a horse and up in Topanga I can keep him myself rather than board him. I have a couple of acres and it's enough land to take care of him."

"Wow! That sounds really great! I have to come up and see your place one of these days," exclaimed Jo.

"I'd really like that. Maybe this weekend if you're not tied up and if we're finished with this film you can come up and spend the day," Jim remarked.

"I'd love that!"

Suddenly, the pilot's voice echoed through the plane asking all passengers to return to their seats and fasten their seatbelts since they were soon approaching Los Angeles International Airport.

"Well, I'd better get to my seat. I'll see you tonight. What's a good time?" Jim asked.

"Anywhere from six-thirty. Give me some time to whip up a little dinner. I want you to know I'm by no means one of the world's great cooks," Jo explained.

"Don't worry about that. I'm so used to eating out of cans and packages, anything will taste super to me," Jim replied, rising from his seat.

Suddenly, Sue was approaching as Jim rose to return to his seat. Almost bumping into each other, Sue looked at Jo with a slight question in her eyes.

"Jim, this is Sue Palmer. She's been working with costumes. This is Jim Gore, Pete's new camerman."

"Hi, nice to meet you," smiled Jim, moving out of her way.

Smiling only slightly, Sue stared at the boy for a second and let out a very soft hello.

"See you later, Jo."

"Well, how's Mr. Scott doing?" asked Jo, cruelly.

"He's all right. He's really not such a bad guy once you get to know him," explained Sue.

"Once you get to know him, honey! Not me! I don't want to have anything to do with that prick! You go right ahead. You've had your grand opening, why don't you let Tim Scott be your first customer?"

"Oh, Jo! Cut it out! I hate when you act so bitchy!" She exclaimed, hurt.

"Listen, I know what your game is, bitch! Your just a little cunt and if you can make the male lead in this film you'll go right ahead and do it! Now that you've been broken in, it'll make things easier for you! Go on, start throwing your pussy around to every guy in the cast! Get your little hole opened real good!" Jo spoke, louder than she intended.

Suddenly, she felt eyes looking at her person. Turning to the side she saw Tim Scott staring with a smirk on his face that she would have loved to smack right off of him.

"That sonofabitch! I'd like to cut his cock right off of him. Then see how much of a super-stud he'd be! He's a fucking worm as far as I'm concerned!" Jo's face was turning red as the blood rushed to her head. The fact that he had gotten to young Sue bothered Jo more than she realized.

She wanted this young, pretty girl for herself and she would rather see the whole cast and crew put their hands on the girl, rather than Tim Scott.

As the plane started down for a landing, Jo took the last gulp of her scotch and soda and sat back. Sue started flipping through a magazine and didn't continue talking to Jo since she knew it was hopeless.

When the plane had made its landing and the folks started piling off, Jo walked in front of Sue without saying a word. When they'd arrived at the luggage pick-up, Sue turned to Jo and spoke.

"What are you doing tonight?" she asked, in a slight whisper.

"I'm busy!" Jo snapped.

"Why are you being such a bitch? So I talked to Tim Scott! Are you going to make me feel like shit because of that? Look, Jo, I don't tell you who to talk to and socialize with!" Anger was becoming apparent in the young girl's voice.

Totally ignoring the girl, Jo kept her eyes on the luggage carrier as the suitcases were loaded off the plane. Moving away from the girl, she stood alone at the beginning of the carrier.

"Okay, make me feel like shit!" she cried, tears running down her pretty, freckled-face. "You really don't give a damn about me if you could treat me like this for something as petty as talking to Tim Scott," she sobbed.

"Get away from me, you little cunt! You knew how I felt about that bastard and you still insisted on talking to him. Don't you see why he even bothered talking to you? He doesn't give two shits about you! He knows we're lovers and he's trying to bust my balls by using you! You're so fucking stupid!" she yelled, pushing the girl away from her.

"How did I know, he knew! Shit, Jo! What am I going to do?" she cried, desperately.

"What do you mean what are you going to do?" Jo asked, laughing.

"What if you tells everyone about us? I'd die!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, would you really? Well, isn't that just too bad. You liked it, didn't you? You certainly weren't complaining too much when I had my tongue up your cunt, were you? So. what if they all know. Are you ashamed of the fact that you and I made love together? Well, if you are you can go and fuck yourself from now on, honey! I don't want anything to do with you!" Jo's last remark was almost like a punch in the young girl's stomach.

Sobbing hysterically the young girl kept following Jo and pleading. "Please, Jo! I'm sorry! Don't leave me! I love you, Jo!"

"Get away from me, bitch! Go and get Tim Scott to fuck you! I don't want anything to do with you anymore!" she yelled, grabbing hold of her suitcase and walking outside to the cab stand.

Sue stood by the doorway of the terminal, sobbing like a lost, little girl. Feeling desperate and alone, she didn't know what to do. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned quickly.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Tim asked, feigning concern.

"Oh, Tim. Nothing!" she replied, trying to pull herself together.

"Come on, I'll give you a lift home," he said, picking up Sue's suitcase.

Allowing herself to be led along by Tim Scott, she walked as if she were in a d**gged stupor. She couldn't believe what she had just gone through. Why did Jo do this to her? She loved Jo so very much. Why did she hurt her like this?

Turning her head Sue looked around, hoping that Jo had departed from the airport. The last thing she wanted was for Jo to see her leaving with Tim Scott. It would really be the end. As Jo watched Tim and Sue leaving together, she hid behind a building column as she saw Sue looking around.

"That bastard! Tim Scott, III get you for this!" Jo whispered. As the two jumped into a cab and drove off, Jo walked out towards the curb and hailed a cab. Sitting in the back seat of the car, she felt the anger traveling through her body like electric waves. She knew Tim Scott was only using the young girl to get to her. Why? Was he so obsessed because he couldn't get Jo and his male ego had to have some type of revenge? Whatever his reasons, he was definitely getting to Jo and he knew it!

Driving through Los Angeles, Jo decided to have the driver drop her off at the supermarket so she could pick up some groceries for dinner. It felt good to be home. All the cars, traffic and smog were quite welcome. There was something about the city that Jo loved. She certainly preferred it over Santa Fe.

Pulling into the parking lot of the Supermarket, Jo told the driver to wait for her. Luckily, the store wasn't crowded and Jo was able to run in and out in a few minutes. She couldn't decide on what she should make for dinner, so she figured roast beef was a safe bet, being that almost everyone, except for a vegetarian, liked roast beef.

Running out of the Supermarket, she jumped back into the cab and was headed for Malibu. She couldn't wait to jump into the beautiful Pacific and feel the waves wash over her. There should be loads of surfers out now, since this was the time of year when surfing was at its best.

As the cab pulled into her driveway Jo looked around to see if any of her neighbors were around. It was early afternoon so most of them would be on the beach at this hour. Stepping out of the car, the driver reached for her suitcase and carried it to the front door.

Going into her purse and pulling out her wallet Jo paid the driver and gave him a generous tip. Smiling politely, he thanked her and jumped back into his cab and pulled away.

The first thing Jo needed was a good, stiff drink. Sue had really gotten to her and the tension had all gone to Jo's head. She wanted to get through the day without a headache and be able to enjoy a lovely evening with young Jim Gore. Not trusting the alcohol to do the trick, Jo went into the bathroom and grabbed a vile of tranquilizers.

She had to start straightening up the house, which certainly had accumulated a thick coating of dust. Before Jo got started she made herself one more drink. The liquor plus the pills should certainly be able to relax her and" make her forget Sue and their little ordeal for a while.

As Jo was pulling the roast-out of the oven the front doorbell rang twice. Throwing the potholder on the counter, Jo headed for the door.

"Hi!" smiled Jim as Jo opened the door.

"Perfect timing, my dear. I was just pulling the roast out of the oven. Dinner will be on the table pronto!' she smiled.

"Mmmmmm, smells great! I thought you couldn't cook?" he teased.

"You're only smelling it, honey. Let's wait until you taste it before you pass any judgments," she cautioned.

"Well, if it tastes half as good as it smells, I'll be satisfied."

"Good. I like a man who isn't terribly difficult to please. Makes life easier for us women," Jo laughed, walking into the kitchen.

"What are you drinking?" Jo asked, placing the roast on the kitchen counter.

"Oh, I'll have a brandy, please," Jim said.

"On the rocks?"

"No, straight up, please," Jim replied. "Hey, this is a great place you have here."

"Glad you like it. It's home! I've been here about four years so I feel pretty comfortable and hopefully I'll be able to buy the place next year," Jo explained.

"You have an option to buy?" Jim asked, curiously.

"Yeah, that was the agreement with the landlord. I'm really glad, too. I wasn't interested in buying at first, but as time went on I got more and more attached to the old place and now I've decided I'd like to settle here," Jo explained.

Walking towards Jim with his drink, Jo placed it on the living room table. "I'm going to get dinner on the table and then we can sit, eat and gab. Okay?"

"Sounds fine to me," smiled Jim, picking up his drink. "Need any help?"

"Not on your life! You just sit there and relax," she smiled. In ten minutes Jo had the table all laid out and the food just waiting to be eaten. She was keeping her fingers crossed that she'd cooked the roast just the right amount of time or else it would be too tough.

"Come and get it," Jo smiled, walking to the bar for a bottle of red wine.

"Looks great!" Jim commented, taking his seat at the dining room table.

As Jo poured some wine, they began to devour the food. It was the first meal Jo had eaten all day and she had a feeling Jim was famished as well.

"Oh, it's delicious!" Jim said, munching on a piece of meat.

"To tell you the truth, Jim, shit would taste good to me right now. I'm starved! I haven't eaten all day."

"Neither have I," Jim said. "Between packing up to leave Santa Fe this morning and getting everything back to the Studio this afternoon, I just had enough time to go home and jump into the shower."

"Well, eat up. There's plenty of meat and I think I made enough for an army, so please indulge! I don't like leftovers," Jo laughed. "And I don't have any pets."

Dinner was superb! Jo was quite proud of herself. After getting through the main course and her exotic chocolate mousse, Jo went to the bar and got out a bottle of Grand Marnier to top it off.

"Great for the digestion," she informed him.

"Oh, I love the stuff," Jim announced. "My dad started me on a Grand Marnier kick when I was about s*******n."

"Your father has good taste," Jo smiled, pouring the Grand Marnier.

Suddenly, everything went to her head! Jo felt the liquor, tranquilizer and wine all go to work at once. She stood still for a moment and tried to conceal her light-headedness.

"Are you all right, Jo?" asked Jim, concerned.

"Oh, I'm fine. Just got hit with a dizziness. I'll be fine," she assured him, continuing to pour the drinks.

"Maybe you shouldn't have any more to drink," he suggested.

"Of course not. I'll be okay. Anyway, I can't resist Grand Marnier. On my death bed it'll be next to me," she laughed.

As they both drank the liqueur Jo suggested they make themselves comfortable in the living room. Leaving the dining room table Jo noticed that Jim also wasn't too steady on his feet.

"We're both in good shape, I must say," she laughed, grabbing Jim's arms.

"I feel great though!" he laughed, winking at Jo.

Helping Jim onto the couch, Jo went over to the stereo and put on a nice, romantic record. She knew this was her chance to seduce this young sweetheart and she certainly wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by.

Sitting down next to Jim on the couch, she realized the task before her shouldn't be terribly difficult. Jim was quite high and Jo couldn't imagine Jim objecting to her seduction. He suddenly turned and looked at Jo as he put his arm around her shoulder. From here on she knew it would be clear sailing.

As she downed the last drop of Grand Marnier, Jim took the glass out of her hand and placed it on the table next to his own. He slowly reached over and grabbed Jo's head, pushing it towards his own. Placing his lips on hers, he gently pried her lips open with his soft, moist tongue and entered her oral cavity.

Jo wrapped her arms around Jim's neck as she held the boy tightly. He kissed so beautifully, she wanted to swallow him up! His lips were so soft and his movements were so gentle she almost felt as if she were kissing a baby.

Pushing Jo down on the couch, Jim placed his body on top of her and started slowly humping her. She could feel his cock growing harder through his trousers. The desire to feel his young cock in her hands was overpowering, so Jo reached for the zipper of his trousers and started to remove his clothing.

"I want to feel you, Jim. I want to be able to touch your skin," she whispered in his ear.

Picking his head up and looking into her eyes, he smiled, warmly. Reaching down for his belt, he started to help her undress him. Climbing out from under him, Jo lay him down on the couch and started to remove his clothing as if he were a little boy getting ready for bed.

When she finally had every garment removed, she stared down at the young, strong, beautiful body. He was built so beautifully! His cock was sticking straight up in the air and Jo couldn't resist taking it into her mouth.

"Please, Jim. I have to eat you! Your cock looks so good! Please, can I suck you?" she asked, coyly.

"Be my guest," he smiled, as she got on her knees and reached for his erect, blood-gorged rod.

Taking it into her mouth, she gently nibbled on the cock head with her lips. Searching for the piss slit, she started prying her tongue in and out as if she were trying to stretch it wide open. Grabbing hold of her head with his hands, Jim guided her to where he needed her mouth most.

"Suck up and down my cock, Jo! Go all the way down on it! Please!" the boy pleaded, pushing her head down on his meat.

As her head started bobbing up and down the stem, sighs of pleasure were coming from the boy's lips. "Oh, Jo! Baby, you suck so good! My cock feels so good! Don't stop!"

Jo started moving faster on the rod as she gripped the root with both her hands and bounced her head up and down frantically. She sucked as if it were a straw and took her tongue and washed the underside of his meat, causing him to start quivering.

"Ohhhh, shit! Jo!" he yelled, humping his cock into her face. "Get your clothes off, Jo! Please!"

Removing the cock from her mouth, Jo began to disrobe. Jim reached down and tried to help her since she couldn't possibly undress quick enough for him.

"Hurry, baby! Hurry!" he pleaded.

Finally, naked, Jo climbed on top of the boy and placed her pussy directly over his mouth. Obviously needing a sucking, the boy grabbed Jo's ass cheeks and started licking out her cunt like it had never been licked before!

He had his tongue in so deep Jo thought his whole head was going to wind up in her hole. This young stud certainly knew how to use his tongue! Jo grabbed his head and pushed it further into her pussy.

"Suck me real good, Jim! Good boy! That's it! You're so good, baby! Wash my pussy out real good!" she moaned, pumping into his face.

Suddenly, he sucked her clitoris between his lips and Jo thought she'd go through the ceiling.

"Shit! Jim! Ohhh, that's so good! More!" she screamed, bouncing up and down on the boy's face.

Pushing her pussy away from his mouth, Jim picked her up and opened his mouth to speak. "Please, Jo! I need to get inside of you!

Please! I can't hang on any more!" he explained.

Without replying, Jo wiggled herself off the boy's face and squirmed down to his crotch. Grabbing hold of his throbbing cock, she sat down on it and started riding as if she were on a horse. Bouncing up and down on the huge, erect cock, she felt rare waves of pleasure as Jim grabbed hold of her curvy hips and started meeting her thrusts with his own.

"Ohhhh, it's too good! I can't stand it!" the boy screamed, picking his hips up off the couch and thrusting into the girl with an incredible pounding motion.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, Jo! I'm going to fdl that pussy with so much come your couch will be soaked," he moaned, hoarsely.

Smiling down at the boy's red, sweaty face, Jo grabbed hold of his hands. "Let's see you," she teased, hoping it would edge him to even heavier fucking.

Suddenly, he grabbed her around the back and threw her down on the couch, mounting her quickly and trying to keep his cock intact.

"Now you're going to get fucked, baby!" he said, getting into position. Getting onto his knees, he grabbed hold of Jo's legs and pushed them down on her breasts. Obtaining full access to her cunt, he plunged in with a powerful force that almost knocked her out.

Thrusting in and out of her pussy, Jim picked up a frantic pace? He fucked her harder and harder, his balls slapping up against her ass cheeks.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Jo screamed, throwing her head from side to side. "More! Don't stop, Jim! Ohhhhh, it's so good! Fuck me!"

The boy threw his head back and let out the most erotic a****l-sounds that Jo had ever heard come from a human mouth. She knew he was going to explode in her pussy any minute! She could see the sweat pouring out of his body and his thrusting was so frantic that she couldn't see straight anymore.

Jo started humping into Jim's cock as it thrust down into her. She felt as if his cock were going into her intestines. She hadn't been fucked this good by a man in years! She hoped he could hang on and wait for her before he exploded.

Suddenly, Jim started to grit his teeth and Jo knew he was ready. "Arrrghhhh!" he yelled, pumping into her so hard her ass cheeks were beginning to feel numb.

Jo felt his warm juice fill up her pussy and suddenly the sensations she had rarely experienced overtook her body. Moaning in ecstasy, Jo threw her pussy up into Jim and released a load of come that could have choked a horse. It poured out tike a faucet and ran down her thighs.

Noticing that Jim was slowing down his thrusting motion, Jo realized that he had it! She could definitely understand why! The young stud had certainly earned his dinner! Jim Gore had given Jo one of the best fuckings she'd ever experienced. She was certainly going to do all in her power to keep this young stud around.

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