Now it would be at least another three months before I'd be able to earn enough money to put new rear tires on my car. My poor bank account had taken ... SEVERE hit buying those tickets."Well, I still don't know. What if Cindy doesn't accept? It's not like she knows me." Then I'll be out the cost of the second ticket," I responded, casually. "I assume you'd still want to go. But I don't think that's going to happen. I know you. You know how to turn on the charm when you want something."I could. I passively noted how forward she was in comparison with my ex. Her name was Tory, I learned when she introduced herself with a firm but feminine handshake.Tory and I talked a while. She drank scotch rather than one of those girly drinks which are so en vogue. Her voice was soft and sexy, but confident and certain. It guided the conversation and extracted from me what felt like my most personal of thoughts. I was amazed at just how good it felt talking with Tory, and failed to even notice that. The God Krab would be pleased.My pussy spasmed so hard about his dick. I wrung out every drop of cum as he groaned above me. Our bodies heaved together as we shared our pleasure. Rapture swept through me. It melted my mind as I gasped and groaned. “Sven! Sven! Yes!”“My princess!” he groaned. “My sweet Ava!”Our lips met in another kiss. My eyes squeezed shut. Tears of joy flowed as I trembled beneath him. I was his. I was free. What a wondrous day. Around us, the rest of our wives celebrated. I. Stuart’s attentions created a surging need within her. She was still glowing from his silent admission he had been watching her, that he liked her. Now she was alone with him, and he was focused completely on her.Her elation, the thumping beat from above, the fogginess from chugging her last drink, her escalating need and the nagging worry about getting caught all swirled within her. It was too much, too soon. She had to get up, gather her thoughts, get back to her friends. Imagine their.