With my pants gathered at my ankles and my bare butt facing the open door, I slipped my hands under her ass, lifting it and aiming for her siren call....My cockhead brushed her wet heat and she sighed. It bumped her clit and she gasped. I lowered my aim and dropped my hips, and this time she groaned as my spit-slicked shaft speared halfway into her. I looked up from her cunt to her face, saw her eyes wide on my narrowed gaze, her mouth open and slack to my clenched jaw. I shifted my hips, working. She had his hole stretched wide when she looked up at Bob saying, ‘Bob, I’ve got your hole pulled wide open.’ Then she whispered in a low sexy voice, ‘Now I’m going to stick my tongue in there and licked inside your asshole.’ Then down Barbara went. Her tongue went right in Bob’s asshole. Her face was buried in his crack, but I knew where her tongue was from Bob’s delirium of pleasure he was experiencing. Even with the waves of electric pleasure running through Bob, he managed telling Barbara. "McBride struggled to talk, "Right, it shore don't! ... It were Jesus Rodriguez in ... San Elmo what did the buyin' ... I ain't got no idee who ... else was in it with 'im. Ya got a shot of whiskey ... on ya?" 'Fraid not. Looks like ya'll jus' have ta tough it out. Here comes the buckboard ta pick ya up." Is it the doctor?" Naw, it's the undertaker. We didn't think it wuz worth wakin' up the doctor fer the short time ya had left." Fuck ya, ya bastard!"Caleb walked over the the now stopped. The only time that Greg managed to get a sentence into the conversation was when I was eating. And I didn't make those openings very long. It was just like a normal date with Sara, except I got to be Sara. I was immensely enjoying the incessant talking about how my day went instead of having to sit there pretending to be interested. I will admit that Greg did a passable imitation of looking interested. With just a little empathic sensing, I could tell he wasn't paying any attention to what.