Diane had left the party with another man at one o'clock? That's the last thing that Dave would have expected from Diane and he had a very bad feeling...about where his life was now headed.It was seven-thirty that evening when Diane's car pulled into the driveway. Dave was sitting in the kitchen eating some left overs that he'd fixed for himself when she walked in. He looked up at her briefly and then took his plate to the sink, rinsed it and put it in the dishwasher. The he took another brief. .....loving how yours eyes although filled with tears never deviate frommine..... deliberately withdrawing my cocks entire length?..teasing it againstyour shaved little pussy and feeling you tense up?.your eyes PLEADING withme not to take your final possession. Lifting it slightly and driving it backdeep inside your ass. Sliding my hands back over your face, gripping the hose and roughly tearingit open exposing your face. Reddened from the recurrent slaps, covered in smudgedmake up, lip gloss. From this face-down prone position, Jane untied Brad’s left shoe, and Wendy his right, and they took turns pulling his shoes and socks off his feet. Purring like kittens, they both climbed their way up Brad’s trouser legs, rubbing one hand up the front and the other up the back of each leg. When they reached the top of his trousers, each lady cupped an ass cheek in one hand, and unbuckled his belt with the other. They then jointly unclasped the hook at the top of Brad’s beige slacks, and both. The next morning I had been driving about two hours and I needed a piss break. I pulled into a rest area and parked beside a group of three motorcycles each with a different state plate. I took a leak, got a drink from a vending machine and sat at a picnic table next to my truck. As I was sitting there, three women in leathers came to the two wheelers parked beside me. One of them stopped to look at my Road King and made some comment to the other two. They walked to my table and one asked.