She stops and sits of the ground, then rolled on her side, head resting in her hand, watching me. I stop and look down at her with a smile, though I'm...looking at her, It’s is like you cant remember it. Like when you see something 1,000 times, but only really notice on the 1,001th look. But I hadn’t looked 1,001 times; I couldn’t remember her, though she was stretched out before me. I quickly joined her on the ground. I reach up and hold her chin, gently stroking the side of her delicate face,. Adam released his semen deep inside Eve, intermixed with the juice her own passion had generated. This was, they both felt, the proper place for him to release his load. They had tried other alternatives. But somehow the taste of semen in Eve's mouth never matched the joy she felt when it was down below. And her arse had never felt as comfortable a receptacle as her vagina.And then the two collapsed, sated and exhausted, jerking spasms of semen trailing out of Adam's penis onto the grass and. I walked back to the table.Both men looked up at me and smiled. A round of double shots of whiskey, probably Redbush, sat on the table. Liam lifted his glass, saluted me, and said “to sharing!”I added “and orgasms!”We laughed together, clinked our shot glasses, and downed our shots. Steve then waved the waitress over for a repeat. Wow!He leaned in so as not to have to shout over the noise and looked directly at me with a twinkle in his eyes, “I told your husband that…well, that I was nicely. (I think of them as Quentin Tarantino’s “Gangster Uniforms.” There’s probably a real name for them, though.) I don’t know a lot about guns, but two of them were carrying some kind of sub-machine guns, and the other four carried pistols that weren’t as big as Mander’s Desert Eagle, but still scary-looking. Two of them had meat cleavers, as well.Velasquez greeted them with a welcoming smile and removed the top of the string bikini she’d been wearing, her breasts bouncing free before the Triad.