“How about a kiss?” Dave asked. He pushed his fingers into the hair at the back of my head. “Before you get a face full of spunk,” he added.I ...orked at him as we kissed, with the head of that cock halfway along my forearm, excitement making my pussy even wetter.Someone lifted the chemise and breathed a sigh.“Fuck, yeah,” I heard.Lips kissed my left buttock, anonymous fingers sliding through my labia.“She’s wet as fuck … It’s like she’s pissed herself.”“Oh,” I said in response. I disengaged from. “Ma’am open the window all the way and keep your hands where I can see them!” He demanded loudly. I held the button down and felt the cool air rush in as my heart started to pound in my chest.He kicked a few cans at his feet that must have been left by the local high school kids, and peered into the window, fulling scanning my body. “Hmm so what do we have here? Drinking, littering, public indecency....”Panic was setting in, we were caught, we were going to get arrested, everyone was going to. Well, the results could be bad in more than just monetary ways. Trisha didn't care. Her body craved rough treatment and she needed sex every day. She saw today as a way to begin to fulfill her darker desires.Trisha fitted the head band snuggly around her forehead, making sure the contacts were in the right place. It had taken her weeks to program the computer to recognize when she was just about to have an orgasm. This was important, since she had denied herself one for two days and she was. Pete's hands had moved to her hips now helping with her fucking. Both were breathing heavy and a sheen of sweat glistened on their bodies.Pete was watching his wife's face as she climbed for her release. Her blue eyes were closed, the tip of her pink tongue just sticking out of her full red lips, she was lost in rising ecstasy.Marcy's hips were pounding now and Pete was hunching up off the ground to meet her downward thrusts, his big head hitting her cervix on every stroke."Ohhh yeah lover.