Jennifer whispered in my ear how watching those people fuck made her horny as hell.I was able to use one hand to stimulate her clit as she was grindin... up and down on me and moaning loudly, screaming, “Fuck Me!”Three times she bumped into the car horn on the steering wheel. And we hadn't even slowed our pace when Nick and some of the others returning from the party, pressed their faces against the steamed up windows of my SUV and yelled, “Who’s fucking in there?” They laughed and walked off.. My legs spread wider,imagining a woman between them. A woman who would do anything to see her manpleased and satisfied. Where were women like that nowadays? I imaginedthat I could move my hands down and take the back of her head and hold itsteady while my hips fucked her luscious mouth, a woman that was mine. Allmine to fuck and have sucking me, all very primal and male. Instinctively Iactually started to rock my hips and my hands reached down to the imaginarywoman, but it wasn't my. Kneeling behind her, she touched the tip of her tongue against the exposed clit and felt the shudder she knew would come. Then in a slow and deliberate way she licked between the already wet cunt lips and on up to the little puckered arsehole."Oh, God. That is so fucking sexy." Sandra moaned as she felt the warm tongue enter her tight hole.For a long five minutes, Cath worked her magic. Her tongue slid from clit to cunt, and from cunt to arsehole in long, slow, deliberate movements until it was. She meant well, and even if it failed, it proved that she gave a damn about him. As gifts went, it was truly one of her sweetest gestures, far better than even the incident in that pair of magical handcuffs or the Spandau Ballet fiasco. Claire sought to help him heal from a real scar to his psyche, and by means of sex, in fact. Maybe she’d play some Marvin Gaye or something while they did it.Well, there was no music right then, at least not yet, while Phil waited for the clown Claire in the.