Wait!" Tiffany begged. "Please?"Sara took back over when Erin moved away. My breath was ragged now. I was getting closer and closer to release."Oh, oh... oh!" I said with hard inhales and exhales.I instinctively thrust up."Sorry," I apologized when I bumped the back of Sara's mouth and knocked her out of rhythm."It's okay. Go ahead," she said.I slowly thrust being careful not to go in too deep.I groaned.I lightly placed my hands on the back of her head as if to unconsciously encourage Sara not to. .. different. HE was different. And he had to work out what that exactly meant.A busy night out in town would give him something to take his mind off the previous weeks' events and his pounding member. Something to really focus on - the impact of alcohol would surely break him out of his ongoing dilemma.That meant a visit to James' house. And a lot of alcohol. It was a familiar pattern - even prior to their coming of legal age to consume their favourite fermented tipples they enjoyed many a. Opening my mouth to her our tongues intertwine. My hands instantly running over her perfect body. Size 10 waist with curvy hips and more than a handful breasts that perfectly stand up to attention. My finger slip the straps off her shoulders as hers slip into the waist band on my jeans. Her dress slips right off and lays in a pool at her feet. I begin to kiss her neck as she undoes my jeans pulling them down. She sits me on the bed next to my husband as she pulls them off. Undoing the buttons. He entered turn one on the bottom. I entered once again up top, and lifted a touch earlier again. I made a lovely lap powering around the top, but just didn’t have the momentum to catch that #55. One last set of corners was left.He made up my mind for me, entering on the bottom again. I had no choice, but to rip the ledge one last time. I smoothly let the car bang up against the berm and sawed away at the steering wheel, exiting turn four with a little more speed. I gained quickly on the #55,.