. God's away on business…” Discomfort with pragmatisms at work jigsawed with Waits' lyrics. “Forget our virtue and put stones in our bed.” I w...nted to turn over and go back to *****. My thoughts and bladder conspired against me.I sat up and tried to open my eyes. The lids were glued then ballasted with sand. They sc*****d across my pupils. My eyes refused to focus as I stumbled towards the bathroom. The terrain of the bedroom and livingroom beyond were foreign.Reality *****d itself on me. The. ” After rushing to turn up the heating and getting her friend a dressing gown, Rachel asked, “Why are you down here rather than in bed?” “I woke up about 4 a.m. and couldn’t get back to sleep,” Karen answered. “You were sleeping so beautifully, I did not want to wake you, so I slipped downstairs and made some coffee. Want a cup?” “No thanks,” Rachel replied. “What have you been doing all this time?” “Thinking,” Karen explained. “I often do this when Bob is still asleep. I go downstairs –. She started moving herself up and down my cock in short strokes, and as she did, my cock seemed to increase in stiffness as she did.Looking up into Bonita's face as we began to fuck, I saw her smiling. "Do you like this?" She asked."Oh, YES!" I replied."Good!" She said in reply. "Then fuck me!"It was cramped in the backseat, and my legs were slightly uncomfortable, and yet, my dick was in charge, and so I began thrust my cock in, and out, of Bonita's juicy pussy---the pussy that I knew so many. I rubbed her back, around her shoulder blades, and she continued to moan in comfort. Gradually, I reached around her sides, and, as she raised her arms slightly to allow me greater access, reached around and began to massage the sides of her breasts. "Oh, yessssss," she whispered, "that's very nice." Her back began to arch as I cupped her breasts, much as I had see her do only hours before. Her firm, ripe melons felt wonderful in my hands, and her nipples grew harder and harder as I continued.