I could hear one of the guys say “Cor, lovely tits!” The other one said “See if she’s wearing any knickers.” They pulled her wraparound skir... open, as they did, the movement must have disturbed Trish. She drew her left leg up, then it fell sideways against the back of the couch. This left easy access to her pubic area. She didn’t appear to wake up, so the black guy inserted his finger into the leg of her panties and just moved it to the side. For at least the second time that evening, her cunt. I'd had half a glass of beer, but dad had already polished off the rest of the pitcher, and was calling for more. I think he'd started before he got there too.Our usual server, Marcy, brought out a full plastic pitcher and set it on the table. I don't think you know her, but shes twenty-five, seven years older than me. She looked older though and was kind of overweight, probably because she got to take home free pizza at the end of her shift, and she needed it, with two little kids to feed.. Probably not too many people came this way at the weekend, so the van wasn't really causing an obstruction. He squeezed past it, brushed the dust off his coat ... and froze in his tracks.Look at the van. Look at it, Russell.An ordinary unlettered white Ford Transit panel van, long wheelbase, twin rear wheels.An ordinary 1994 Transit.The two cards were still in his coat pocket. He dragged them out. The original one, with a few pencil figures in one corner. The second one with Ethel's writing and. She began grinding up and down my cock, slowly at first, then with a bit more speed.“Oh, fuck. That feels good.” I shuddered as she began to slow down again.Then, she sat up a bit and brought both hands down onto my chest. She lifted her ass into the air, and slowly my dick rose up with her, maintaining contact with her clit.“Mmmm,” she moaned. “Just stay still now.” She had reached the point where, had she lifted herself any further, my dick would have slipped past her and we would have had to.