Moreover, she could feel a certain cloudy haze around her thoughts tempting her to relax and drift with her emotions. That combined with a burning at ...he corners of her eyes told her one thing: Drops! Instantly adrenalin flooded her system as she realized that she was in deep trouble."It looks like she's coming around; go outside and keep watch while I start breaking her in. We'll take turns until she's ready to cooperate."The other man whined "But it's my turn to be first." Listen, go-se for. It seemed I could continue to push this indefinitely, and we simply stood there, grinding against one another, wordless in embrace. And then the worst fucking thing that could happen at that time did. A fucking customer comes in. I mean seriously, who the fuck wants Coffee at 4.30am? Fuckwit… Anyways, luckily he didn’t see what we were doing, but Gia went to tend to him right away. I’d never been to a strip club, but I remember thinking that the blue balls they give you there could not. I slowly and lightly ran my hand over her breasts, teasing her nipples, while kissing her eyes, her lips, and her ear lobes. My hands wandered lower, toying with her innie, then venturing further south to the Promised Land. Her grotto was soaking, and I knew it was time. I levered myself over her and Sharon took me in hand, seated me home, and I slid into her molten center. We both slid back and forth for some time until I heard Sharon's telltale moans indicating that she was close, so I ground. "I'll regret this either way," she muttered after a moment, and quickly shuffled into the rest of her clothes and grabbed the cursed artifact she called a cell phone before quietly leaving the room and heading downstairs.The kitchen was filled with dull gray light as she walked in, the cold linoleum beneath her feet reminding Miranda that she needed a new pair of woolen socks. And as she punched the numbers reluctantly into her cell, she spotted the large wooden container Bob often kept full of.