I could see Maria's hand turning side to side as well as pumping for his delight, I know how good she is at that.The stranger threw his head back as t...e first spasm of ejaculation came over him. Hands on her shoulders, thrusting his hips, big spurting power strokes,each one rewarded by a jet of white cum. One of which had caught Maria's hair and ran down her cheek. Her hair and neck on that side were also anointed with the warm wet discharge. The young man now pulled Maria to her feet swung her. He saw me noticing him, and mouthed to me, silently, ‘I want you.’ Holy crap! My emotions had been settling down since our rough fuck, and now he pushed that memory right up into the front of my brain. I still don’t like him, but all of a sudden I was feeling that tingling down below. This is definitely not what I need right now. But I couldn’t help myself: I walked up to him and asked, ‘When?’ ‘Eleven o’clock, same place.’ An hour from now. Crap! I knew better, knew better! than to do this,. He could be here any minute.”That last bit gave him an extra shot of adrenaline and he quickly unrolled the condom over his rigid pole. Meanwhile, Tracey was on her knees on the bed, presenting her wide-open backside.“Me first,” she said. “Come on, give it to me. I can take whatever you can give.” She reached between her legs and spread her cunt with her fingers. He had no choice but to comply.With his hand on his cock, he gently stirred her flesh, feeling her slickness coat the condom. He. Without dislodging Steve’s hand already fingering her dampening crotch, Jennifer giggled drunkenly and said, “Great idea. But where and when?” The question was for her rhetorical; she had pretty much made up her mind to take Steve home tonight to her condo.However, Steve had other ideas. He got up and walked across the room to the drinkers. There, Steve leaned affectionately over Karl, the gay Danish backpacker. Jennifer watched him smiling up at Steve as he reached in his pocket for his room.