That big, strong, man of a man. Giving Alan all that he had.Intoxicating him with his strong musk and making him squeal with every deep grunt he issue.... Alan began to call his name out, much to the confusion of the other girls. Marietta especially. The girls always squealed ?Marie! Marie! Marieeeee!? when Marietta fucked them like she was fucking Alan. But this strange little girl felt compelled to call out the name of her dildo for some reason. ?Rock! Rock! Oh, fuck me you big sweaty son of a. I need tobook a room for the night." I'm in no condition to drive either, but I live within walkingdistance from here, so I won't have much trouble getting home, unless Iget mugged. You can crash at my pad, if you can trust me to keep myhands off of you." Hah! I don't have to worry about that. I could break you in two, thefirst moment you try to get funny with me. Got some coffee at yourplace?" I have plenty of it. I have sweet rolls too, and sausage and eggs, ifyou're interested. Personally, I. "You'd 'do' me?" she insisted."What are you talking about?" he asked her, though he suddenly felt his face turn red."My tits in a temper?" she growled again.People had started to gawk at the scene of two lovers having a spat in the middle of the crowd."I said 'tempest,' not 'temper'," he said."Oh, so you admit it!" she said and slapped him -- hard."Ow! Wait!" he urged, "How could you have heard that? From all the way across the fountain? I didn't even say it -- I just though it!" You shouldn't. My cock was throbbing now, and I know she felt it on her pussy. I deliberately kept shifting her up acting as though I was fixing my grip. But what I was really doing was fucking her through the thin fabric of her panties and my sleep pants. Each time I repositioned myself, we were both treated to a nice hard rub of our privates into each other. When I got her to her room and set her on her bed, her nightgown was around her waste. I peered down to see a damp spot in the crotch of her panties.