But now it was someone else bringing her so much pleasure. That’s when I snapped. Her orgasm had broken the spell that had held me motionless – co...demned to be a voyeur to her infidelity. I looked around for something – anything – with which to hit Alan. I saw a piece of broken branch between me and the rear of the Land Rover – about baseball-bat sized. That would have to do. Now, could I get to it and reach the car before he could react? Just then he slumped, slated, onto his back on the floor. " She scanned him. He had abandoned his Goth attire in favor of worn and ripped black jeans, an oversized plaid flannel shirt and old tennis shoes. In lieu of his bowler hat he wore his hair in a spiky Mohawk. Instead of his wire-framed glasses he had a pair with black plastic frames and square lenses."These are a pair of jeans I wear when I have to do dirty work at the office -- pull cable and so on. I borrowed one of Larry's shirts." Larry is into grunge?" she asked."Larry IS grunge, but not. Why wouldn’t you let a gorgeous woman like Donna lick you till you cum again?”Anne lifted her superb ass off of the bench just long enough to wrap her skirt around her and button the top few buttons. When she was done she grabbed Donna’s hand as they shot out of the booth and headed towards the back office. I watched as they almost skipped through the dining area like two you girls off to play.Just as they were turning the corner Anne looked back at me and mouthed, “Thank you again.”Munching on. After about five minutes of Wayne fucking my face, I could hear someoneenter the room, and it caught us both off guard. Before I could turnto look I heard someone say, "oh shit, I forgot my stick." At thispoint I turned and out came Wayne's dick from my mouth, as it slappedme in the cheek. Here I was on my knees with Wayne's dick inches frommy face. No one said anything for what seemed like forever, then Waynesaid, "no worries, Jim." Jim then grabbed his stick as he was tryingnot to stare.