"Is it gettin' good, baby?" Mmmm," moaned Faith, through her nose, nodding her head. It was getting good, and more intense than she could believe. All...her feeling seemed to be centered in her cunt. Her lips were cold and unfeeling. She bit into them with the sharp edges of her teeth. Nothing--no pain, no sensation at all. All the nerves in her body had realigned themselves, connecting her cunt and brain, sending pleasure up and down in a rapidly engulfing stream that shut out all sensation but. She had a truck frame. The kind that you could abandon yourself on. In fact, you could pound on that body for hours and not break it. Thirty generations of Huns grabbed their hearts and swooned like Pepe Le Pew.Then she reached me. I had never taken my eyes off her. She looked at me like she was more than a little creeped out. After we were married she explained that she thought that I was a total asshole. I was supposed to be in love with her friend. Not leering at her. I had to plead. Only this time, it wasn't merely winking. It was full out staring back at me as I watched those twin cheeks of raw sensuality slowing moving away. My daughter wasn't due home for a couple of hours yet, and though I was still having misgivings about what was taking place here, my cock and balls had voted three to one in favor of following Trina downstairs.This time I didn't slink down behind the bar. As Trina made herself comfortable on the couch, I purposely took up one of the oversized. I arrived early and sat in the bar for a little Dutch courage. Over the course of our conversations and exchange of pictures online, he had soothed away most of my fears, so effectively in fact that I told him that it would be ok to bring a friend, if he liked. I figured, might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. He brought eight friends, I'm guessing. I had to guess because we had agreed that I would wear a blindfold. Seeing as how all this had already taken place in lurid and graphic.