”He kept the two-fingers of his right hand pumping into and out of my pussy as we turned toward the stairs and started walking up the steps. His coc... was still hanging out of his pants and sticking straight out in front of him, swinging back and forth, as he finger-fucked me all the way upstairs to our bedroom.Once we got into the bedroom, he pushed me onto the bed so that my ass was sticking up in the air and my chest was down on the bed with my big tits squashed beneath me. He didn’t even. Before they make it to their destination they have to pass through the fairly crowded sports bar area. Here they find Stanley, as well as two people they’ve never seen before.The man appears to be in his early thirties with sun streaked light brown hair and a body that appears to have been physically fit in the recent past. It now seems to be going soft from lack of consistent exercise. The man seems to be trying to imitate the Don Johnson look with slacks, a pastel tee, a linen sports coat,. “Bastard!” she whispered as she kissed me full on the lips. Believe me, Kay Snyder knows how to kiss. It was almost as good as one of Kris’s.She took the money.Before heading out to the airport and Orlando, we made a stop at Tiffany’s after leaving Nordstrom’s. I figured Kris should have a few odds and ends to finish off her resort-wear wardrobe she had just accumulated. The one item that she insisted upon was the one she wore out of the store: an 18-kt. gold necklace, although she insisted it. Right." Kristy, something's wrong! What is it?" I... don't... know."Shari was beginning to be alarmed, thinking her friend might be having some kind of seizure."Shall I get someone? A doctor?" ... No..."She felt her will giving way in surrender to this indescribable omnipotent power coursing through her. The presence was not only powerful, but seductive, as Kristy's surrender was not only complete, but willing as well. She wanted this -- presence -- to take her, knew she must submit, wanted.