“They all are staring at us like a motherfucker.”, Cassie giggled. “Don’t even look their way.”, I replied. The waitress brought our drinks ...nd we continued to talk but Detective Wilson was right, I was just by being there, disrupting their evening. Twenty minutes later our pizza arrived, and we started to eat. Several minutes later, Cassie whispered that Will and Mark Boudreaux were headed to our table. “Well, look at this lovely couple….”, Mark Boudreaux laughed. “Cassie, I have been trying. She surrenders completely and is lost in ecstasy.She feels the pressure of me. My primal masculine power. She pushes into me. She wants to feel the pleasure - feel it all forever, the eternal sliding in and out. I pound with the rhythm of an automaton fuck machine producing incredible vibrations through her. Hard, powerful and unrelenting - it’s the best and most profound experience she’s ever had.We are one. Our pounding, writhing flesh, the universal delight of skin on skin. Hands wandering,. "Have you--ever--with a girl?" Caroline asked.Darleen shook her head. "No. Never," she whispered. "But I've thought about it a lot--like when I told you, in school and-- and later, Caroline. I've thought about doing things with you."The girl blushed more deeply at that confession.Suspense seemed to surround them like a cloud--like a genie that had risen out of that gin bottle."If--if you don't--" Darleen stammered, discomforted by Caroline's failure to respond, wondering if she had made a. He stroked himself for another few seconds and then fell to his knees in front of me, gasping for air as he reached up with his free hand to steady himself on my leg. Thinking he might fall, I reached out to help him, grasping his hand with mine and holding his arm in my lap with my other hand. Never before I had seen something like this and I was literally hyperventilating as I sat there, waiting for him to catch his breath and recover from his orgasm. It was probably the most exciting sexual.