It was, to my surprise, Dave. He soon had my pants and boxers off of me so that Jo could stroke my already rock hard 8” cock. Dave’s camera was sn...pping away as Jo and I continued to strip each other of our clothes. Jo was easy…….just the mini skirt and a blouse. Again I buried two fingers into Jo’s dripping fuck hole and moved my lips to those hard nipples. Jo was moaning uncontrollably as I went from one nipple to the other. “I want to try something, Jo. Will you sit on my face?” “Well, of. Nor was I going to today, I resolved, hearing Bud and Harley laughing in my head at the thought."So, do us Santa Rosans root for the Giants?" I asked, nodding at the game. The San Francisco Giants were playing the Cincinnati Reds at Candlestick Park – excuse me AT&T Park, as the TV broadcast reminded me."We do," most of us," Ken told me. "A lot of Santa Rosans are from someplace else, so they also root for the home team of wherever they're from, but for the most part we're Giants fans. Not. I was deep within her, driving into her, claiming her for my own. She was a full partner in her ravishment, her face a mask of lust. Her arms were around my back, her fingernails ineffectually clawing at me. Her legs were spread, her knees bent, her feet flat on the bed. I was roaring my passion, she was screaming hers. We were lust-crazed, primal animals. As I rode her she had several orgasms, but my dick was like steel. I couldn’t even slow down, I couldn’t give her a break. I needed to pour. Her hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail, and her face was very pale. She looked nervous."Hello, Ray," she said hesitantly."Hi. Why are you here?"Tears started to form in her eyes at my harsh words. "I... I need to talk to you." Why?" Why? Because Lindsey called me yesterday and told me what happened." Okay, so Lindsey called you. Why do you want to talk to me?"The tears spilled over and down her cheeks, but I don't think she noticed them. "I... I... you..." And, like a summer squall.