"Want to take a shower? I started without you."Relieved, she joined him. Amanda only went as far as the shower door and stopped. "Can't get the bandag... wet," she reminded him. His hard penis jutted proudly out in front of him. She grabbed it and gave it a squeeze. She could not believe how wonderful all those new emotions felt as they chased around inside her. She let go of him and waited to be bathed.Mark smiled and washed her while she stood half in and half out of the shower. He paid. Needless to say, the rest of dinner was served in formal silence and the mood between David and I was pure ecstasy. The maitre’d was always there just as our glasses reached half full but he was never in sight until that moment. Dave took off a shoe and caressed mine under the table with his stocking foot, I reached across and fed him the (gasp!) best part of my prime rib, he stopped and gently stroked my face while putting his wineglass to my lips. Dessert was served but we were both slightly. At this stage I was being driven mad by her grinding so I leaned forward and whispered "Are you drunk enough to let me in?" Her response was to unzip my jeans and grab my cock. I took the opportunity to pull her thong to one side as she massage my balls with her hand. Then I slowly slide my cock into her tight wet pussy. She let out a moan as I slide deep inside her and when I reached round and started to rub her pussy she gasped. I matched my thrusts to the crowd bumping into me so I started. By the same logic, since she felt that this man was raping her, then he was indeed guilty of rape and she should feel no remorse for what she was about to do to him.A different speaker had said that when crimes occur, especially against women, all men share the guilt. So this bastard is as guilty of murdering her daughter as any other."Make me come, you fucking bastard!"She felt his tongue poking her clit now. He started swirling it with his tongue. He continued, on and on, swirl after swirl..