“I tried to tell you, but I could never say it. I was always afraid you’d hate me.”“I did hate you. Fucking all those girls...”She smiled. �...�I was just trying to make you jealous.”“Uh-huh.” I gave her a sly grin. “And it had nothing to do with getting your big dick wet in all their juicy twats, futa-puta.”She winked. “Think of it as practice for making love to you.”“Show me,” I moaned. “I want everyone to watch mi futa-hermana perversa make love to my body.”Moans rippled from the watching crowd.. The windows steamed up to the point where I could almost barely see anyone walking by, and the SUV was definitely rocking because of how hard and fast he was fucking me. He wasn't holding anything back. He pulled my hair hair, spit on my ass while he kept fucking me, and I could feel his balls getting so sweaty, so I guess he didn't care how he'd be when he showed up for his date, which is more than fine with me. The messier the better!My eyes rolled back, and my body felt so weak that I was. Eve was right. I found Penny Randall captivating. Besides being a stunner, she was smart, funny and well read. We swapped stories about backpacking around Europe. We talked about all the places we had visited. I tried to keep my eyes above her neck. But they would occasionally drift lower. The two big mounds moving around underneath her tasteful, black cashmere turtle-neck were irresistible objects. It was more than mortal-man could bear.I asked Penny to coffee the following Saturday, just to. “Sam, okay, you’re right. But, I wasn’t trying to change the subject. I was just...” She started.“Now or never!” I said.“Okay, okay,” she said. “So what are my husband’s thoughts in all of this? He’s worried and afraid and nervous that you will take his place, or try to, with the girls,” she said.“Or try to? You mean that if I tried to he’d steamroll me?” I said.“No!” she blurted. “You got that all wrong!”“Okay then, just what is his place with the girls?” I said. I could feel my eyes.