Most nights I reprimanded myself for my part in making his life even more uncomfortable than it was.Whether it was the after effects of the wine or a ...eneral loneliness that overcame me but by bedtime I felt very sad and deeply depressed. Part of it was the loneliness of not being with my family or friends over the Christmas period, partly it was the fact that Clarrie didn't invite me to stay with her and several times she commented that it was my fault for her being imprisoned with him. That's. She wanted the rain, she wanted thunder, she wanted the storm, and she wanted it all.Counting the seconds that equated to miles, she counted down its approach. It was moving fast, as if it knew her desire, and wanted to please her. She wished for it, her mouth silently whispered the words, the wishes that echoed in her mind. 'Come to me,' she said, 'come come, come to me. I want you.'The slightly cooler breeze of the onset of rain crept in through the patio doors, circling her, enveloping her,. But it ended all too soon, as Clint pulled out of my mouth and backed off. I looked up at him with pleading eyes, but he shook his head no. ‘You’re going to make me come again, and I want to sample that sweet ass of yours myself.’His explanation eased my disappointment, and I let Mark take over in the back once again. He was very turned on now, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. As Clint got up, I looked at his big cock, eager to feel it in my ass. When he moved aside, I once again could look at. Someone, I don't even know who, had found my clit with their finger. He was rubbing it, hard and fast, and I couldn't take anymore. I came so hard around them, my muscles squeezing them so tightly, it was painful. I choked even harder on the guy fucking my throat. Tears were streaming down my face from gagging, so my face was a mess of tears and drool and my eyes were so blurry I could hardly see. One of them laughed and the guy I was riding called me a good girl. My orgasm did nothing to deter.