Luckily, I saw a light in front which looked like a house, as I approached I could see that it was a small pub. I went in as was desperate for shelter...from the rain.As I walked in I was greeted by a small bar with two old blokes leaning on it having a drink talking to an old guy who looked like the landlord, the two blokes looked like farmers and one had a dog curled up near his feet.As I walked in they made room for me and looked concerned, I explained my car had broken down and I'd had to. She heard Darren's voice emit a muffled sound of horror but when she glanced over, Max's hand was resting on the back of his neck and Darren was once more silent, unmoving.Turning her attention back to the task at hand, Laura reached out to lay her hands on Jake's shoulders as she sank down further and further, more and more of the cock-shaped object that rose from his lap sinking between the lips of her cunt and into her slippery hole with every second that passed. God, it was stretching her. But, unfortunately, we'd ended up fighting about the same old stupid things. Why was I wasting my time at the District Attorney's office instead of going into corporate law, which paid better? Why was she spending our money like I had gone into corporate law? Round and round we'd gone, making our marital problems worse instead of better, until we'd come home thoroughly pissed at each other, me bracing to spend the night on the couch again, her trying to goad me into resuming the argument by. ”“I’d let you do it,” Daniella responded. “I’d let you stick it in me.”“I fucking will. If that asshole doesn’t treat you right, you can come to me for comfort. I’ll supply it, okay? I’ll give you a night you’ll never forget.”“I’ll let you. I swear I’ll fucking let you.” Daniella ravished her own cunt, tits undulating, hair flicking all about her, fingers fast on her clitoris.The all-girl frenzy of moans and hot fuck-talk spiralled, sublimely filthy, until Daniella peaked and her whole body.