" Ryan chafed at the comparison to her brothers, JT in particular."Well, that's . . . that's different." Her mother sounded surprised."How? How is it ...ifferent?" Ryan demanded."Ryan, please. It is different and you know it." Right. Look, Mom, I have to go. I need to get something finished." All right. I still think you should be there. Your brothers are making the effort, and you should too." Fine. Bye, Mom." Ryan didn't bother explaining why she couldn't attend; her mother wouldn't listen. He pulled off her shirt and stood her up, kissing his way down to the zipper of her low-cut jeans. He pulled her jeans down slowly to her ankles and Casey stepped out of her jeans and felt Jake’s hot breath on her crotch. He could see that she was wet and ready for his wanting cock.Casey caught her breath and tugged at Jake’s sweat pants. Sliding down, they revealed a long, thick, throbbing cock.Before she could get to her knees, Jake went for Casey’s breasts. He removed her bra, taking her. The runner recoiled and said softly "Sorry - I thought you had heard me."She stood in the growing light of the early dawn hands by her side, head at a slight angle as she continued "I've seen you in my secret spot before and not come up here - this time I thought I'd come and meet you. Are you all right?"I nodded yes - though I was still shaking a little as I took in the woman stood in front of me still breathing heavily from her recent exercise. She reached out and touched my bearded cheek. My wife came around and started pawing at my clothes. I left the beer bottle in Angie and started pawing at my wife’s clothes. We fucked right there on the floor at Angie’s feet. We both had pretty good climaxes too.With the bottle sill in place we managed to get Angie to her bedroom. My wife bound Angie’s knees together with a scarf to prevent the bottle from ejecting itself.I told my wife that I really wanted a picture of Angie with that beer bottle in her pussy. In fact I wanted that bottle.