"Tell me" he said, pulling aside her panties slightly to stick two fingers up into her slippery cunt. His fingers felt thick and rough over her wet an... tender flesh. Her pussy pulsed on his fingers, enjoying the rough quality of a working man's hands. "I want you to fuck me." she said gently. He looked at her expectanly, she knew he wanted to hear more of this. "Will you fuck me, Mr. Jones?" she said even more sweetly, "I need your cock inside of me." Oh, I'll fuck you little girl," he. It wasn't the first time we'd had a lot of people over at one time.Her friends showed up mid-afternoon, piled all of their stuff upstairs in the spare bedroom, and came downstairs, prepared to have a good time. And it turned out to be better than I'd have imagined.The girls hung out all afternoon, made noise, went swimming in the pool, were throwing frisbees around the yard, eating a ton of food, and having a good time. I was in heaven. Here I was, sitting on my deck off the back porch, staring. By then I had had three, possibly four drinks, and was quite unconcerned at what had been on display. Besides, the applause that we got when the dance finished suggested that the others had enjoyed our performance. The next piece was slower so we danced close together, and Jim made no effort to disguise the fact that he was finger fucking me as we danced. When a second slow number started Henry stood up and tapped Jim on the shoulder and asked to dance with me. I tried, successfully I hope, to. I thought if I just waited, we’d be okay. I never stopped wanting you, Sierra. I was going crazy without you.”I put my head on his shoulder, and we sat there together for a quiet minute while I struggled to contain the grateful tears that had appeared in my eyes.“I tried to talk to you about it this morning, but you weren’t listening.”I flushed again, embarrassed. “I didn’t hear a word you said, I am afraid to admit.” I bit my lip. “Sometimes the voices in my head are louder than the ones on.