While Jackson talks with Jo-Ann, Tyrone orders a rum and coke double for her and two plain cokes for Jackson and himself. The drinks arrive, Jo-Ann ta...es a sip and with drink in hand, rests her back against the bar rail. She giggles to herself and wonders if it’s the rum, the pot or the two hunks leaning against her that’s making her warm all over. She takes a second, bigger sip and rubs her free hand along Tyrone’s muscular thigh and leaves it resting there lightly. She just can’t keep her. I can practically picture the inside of her: her tunnelgetting filled as I thrust in and try to press a little deeper each time.Even in the middle of fucking, there's a feeling of need that seems justout of reach; I need to get just a little deeper, it's never quite deepenough. The head and under-length of my penis feel alive with friction,but erections don't just stop when they reach the hip; there's erectiletissue inside the pelvis that can never quite be reached by that warm,enveloping. I'll fuck you when and where I want. You understand that bitch.You are my bitch now,do you hear me slut, do you hear me?" "Yes, my god, oh,uhhhhh,sweet jesus. Mary gasped. I'm your bitch, your little fucking bitch, fuck me now, fuck me hard, I'm going to cum, jesus fucking christ, jesus, uh uh ooooh....uh, uh." The sound, the sound of my wife's cunt,sloppy and wet, being pumped hard. My little cock drooled precum down the side of my leg. My fears melted away and were replaced with. ..” She searched for words. “I don’t know.” “You know.” Cara started to get that funny feeling in her groin. It was like that feeling you get when you go down the rail on a roller coaster, but not quite. “No Adam,” she breathed deeply, “I don’t.” He was so close. He pulled in even closer, his lips touching hers ever so lightly. “You know.” She kissed him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as their tongues explored each other’s. Adam ran his hands down her back pulling her into him fully..