“She was panting for it. Just begging for my dick.”“Oh, god,” moaned Melissa.I smacked her ass. Hard. The sting made her yelp, leaving behind ... red handprint.“And what gives you the right to fuck another guy's girlfriend?” I demanded.“Hey, she wanted it,” Rick protested. “She came running when I sent the text. She was dripping for it. Her panties were soaked.”“Because she's a whore,” I said. “But you... You're a dog.” I stared at him. “You understand me, Rick? A. Dog. No more talking. No more. They could be cousins, it wouldn’t be that big of a leap.“Hey there, we need two lanes and a bunch of shoes,” I tell Morty.At first, he wants to assign us lanes 1 & 2, but Kim asks for lanes in the middle of the place, she suggests lanes 19&20. He reluctantly assigns them to us. I think to myself, what the hell is he holding them for? But then my mind drifted over to my recent visit at a Pinetree where Jill and I were not enough ‘somebodies’ to get the good rooms. I ask Dakota to put that. Slowly I moved my fingers into her gash, finding her tunnel to paradise and moving first one, then two, and then three fingers in and out. She started to co-ordinate her mouth moving up and down my cock with my fingers moving in and out of her pussy. Her mouth was working my cock in a way that made me want to scream and forcing me to hold back as I struggled to keep the car going in one direction. It was to no avail, as Rachel bucked hard against my hand, obviously having an orgasm, she bit. " I'll see you slave driver, Love you too."Michael drove to Lovelace and Badged her way in to see Joe Bradley. Shehad to show the Staff Sergeant on duty her bona fides twice due to hercivilian attire, but the Air Force policewoman allowed her in.Joe practically jumped off the bed and exclaimed,"MICHAEL, where have you been, I expected you earlier?" I had some business to deal with first, something happened and I hadsome running around to do." I guess that's why you look like a high society lady.