I began to bob up and down on my fingers, creating more friction between my breasts and his stiff cock. I felt my cleavage get wetter by the minute as...Malcolm leaked out more and more. I could tell by his short breaths that he was getting close.He bagan to girate in a circular motion, knocking my tits around and driving me wild. He rubbed himself all through my cleavage and seemed experienced enough to know just how to get his fix."Oh, shit," He panted, "Oh, fuck, babe, Oh... FUCK!" he moaned. I could smell booze on him. Gary can drink a barrel of beer, but just a few drops of liquor turns him violent. I had to be careful.“What’s wrong, Gary?” I asked. “For the past two years you’ve been quiet. You’ve been one of my best guys. You’re my friend. Now this?”Gary shook his head. I knew there was something wrong.“Gary, is Lisa okay?At the mention of Lisa’s name Gary started sobbing. I had never seen Gary Ross cry. Normally he was making other people cry.“She left me, Rick,” he stuttered.. "You can wear anything you want ofmine."And so we razzed each other. Mind you, it wasn't a serious fight, and itwasn't about family or money or politics. It was just a power grab overthis little hockey jersey. An invented contention, if you will. Hewasn't that upset, really. He just wanted to argue that, technically, itwas his jersey. I wasn't that possessive, really. I just wanted to arguethat a girl wearing her husband's shirt wasn't the greatest sin in theworld."Why does it have No. 8 on. She didn’t reply.The road did have a lot more speed breaker and with every passing minute, I was feeling a bit horny as she was holding me pretty tightly from behind. I could feel her boobs frequently. She rested her head on my shoulders and was literally hugging me. This got me thinking and horny at the same time.We planned to have chicken biryani for dinner but as it was a Saturday night, the tables were full. We would have to wait for a while to get a table. So she suggested, “yaar, can’t.