Damn! she thought. This just wasn't her night! Her Benz glided to a halt, fortunately against the curb in a parking space. Now-fucking-what? At the ed...e of her peripheral vision, she saw a small neon sign, almost inconspicuous against a brick building. The sign said simply: THE BAR. Well, if she called Fred, he'd come and get her. When she looked in her purse for her cell phone, she decided that Murphy’s Law had kicked in. Her car was dead and her cell phone was nowhere to be found. She would. “What about Dave?”“What about him?”“Do you want me to tell him he can’t come here?”“Is that what you want?”“I want what you want.”“What if I said, ‘I never want to see him again.”“Then I would inform him in no uncertain terms that he’s not welcome in our house.”“And you think that will stop him?”“Probably not.” I admitted.“So why say it in the first place?”“Because you just said you didn’t want to see him ever again.”“I said. WHAT IF I said I didn’t want to see him again?”I stuttered, “I’d,. ... like ...do it now." She placed her head on the round breakfast table and held on with her hands to the sides. I started to slap my balls against her clit. We worked against each other for some time. She gasped, "I'm cuuuuummmmminnnng!" I felt the heat in her pussy increase and the wetness flow out. I worked harder against her pussy. As the heat and wetness increased my balls slapped with more wet sounds.I huffed, "Mother, I'm cummmmmmmmming toooooooo" I started spurting rope after rope of. ‘C’mere, Dez,’ he murmured, reaching for her. He pulled her close, lifting her into his arms. ‘Welcome to my cabin, baby,’ he uttered softly. Their lips met as he stepped over the threshold and closed the door. Lost within their embrace, they were barely aware of the cabin. Their sensuous kiss had turned into one of hot passion. Dezerae’s lips pressed against his, and Ante was unable to resist them. He responded as her tongue probed inside, swirling, dipping, teasing. Moments passed before he.