In the process, he tore the slit in the front of the shirt open a few more inches, which Kelly didn’t notice right away. His cock was limp and slipp...d out of her hole. She felt his small load go with it. Kelly climbed off and out of the truck. Dale got out the other side, put away his cock and hustled toward the bar. He half-shouted over his shoulder from fifty feet away, “Thanks again!”Kelly went to our car and found that, of course, I had locked it. She slipped her bra under the windshield. Monique broke their embrace as Amanda returned from her orgasm then turned her head to look at me. Amanda raised her head and the two of them smiled.Amanda beckoned me to join them so I moved up the bed to lay next to her. Monique on one side, me on the other. She turned her head and kissed me, thanking me in a whisper. Monique praised my efforts as she snuggled next to my love. We lay there cuddling, caressing and whispering how good we all felt until Monique looked over at the clock. She. She wasn't looking for trouble, but in the mood she was in right now, she knew it would find her.Hunter was no where in sight when she got into her car. So much for her quiet night and the book that she'd thought to start. She needed a drink and she needed it in the company of others, those like herself. She knew exactly where she was heading. Reaching into the center console of her car, she lifted out a thin pair of black leather gloves, gloves that fit her hands so well, so could lift dimes. " "Well, I'm going to start with one of them," said Jirra. "Is that realmaple syrup?" The cook made a face of mock indignation. "Believe it or not we getguests who won't touch the real stuff. We begrudgingly give them theimitation syrup." "Their loss," said Jirra. She then glanced over at Jonathan. "I lovedyour latest article, it was excellent." He made a mock bow. "Thank you. It's always a pleasure to get acompliment from a fellow writer." "I'm not in your league," she replied. He shook his.