A trait she despised. Her eyes returned to the crowd, a comforting sight, no one staring back or questioning. She took back the last drops of her drin... and placed the empty glass on the windowsill. “Bacardi and Coke?” His warm, sweet breath tickled her ear and crept down her neck. She shivered. His voice was perfect, not too deep to make him sound over powering but just right. His words perfectly pronounced, detecting no hint of colloquialism. “Excuse me?” After taking all this in, she tried. Eventually, Jan worked my shirt out of my jeans and tugged it over my head. As her hands roamed over my bare chest, I set to work on the snaps of her ‘cowboy’ shirt. She was an avid horse rider who was heavily into barrel racing, and dressed the part. I started at the bottom and worked my way slowly upward, one snap at a time, until her shirt was completely open. My hands slid inside the open garment and I caressed the soft skin of Jan’s flat stomach and slender waist. Moving upward, I was. I had exchanged nude photos with them. Blank faces of course. Peter was nicely hung and Mary was curvy with large boobs. I was getting very horny I must say. Time to get Reg involved. At first he was annoyed that I had done all this behind his back but he calmed down and, when I reminded him how he had enjoyed being pegged, he said he was fine to go ahead.Mary and I set a date, the following Saturday evening. I checked all the gear and Reg and I were eager to try this new experience. While I. "Please!" she sobbed as her body throbbed with unfulfilled desire."You've been a bad little girl, Ellen. I asked you a question. I think punishment is in order." Flipping her over onto her hands and knees, he swatted her bare ass."Aric, please!" Tell me what I want to hear." He brought his hand down on her ass again - hard and loud - to prove his point."Fuck me!" she begged."That's not the answer I was looking for Ellen, but it'll do." He thrust into her from behind. Gripping her hips in his.