."Leslie came, thrusting her hips up, the rest of her torso stiff as a board as it tore through her. Maggie turned to her friend's clit and evoked yet...another monstrous orgasm from Leslie, whose taut hands actually tore the sheet gripped tightly in her fist.Hearing the sound of the sheet being ripped, Maggie released her clit and returned to her tender pussy while Leslie squealed out her vicarious pleasure to the world.I moved close enough so that my hand had access to Maggie's quivering cunt. I hadn't eaten in a couple of days and I was starving.Izzy was in front of the stove frying bacon and sausage in one pan and making what looked like omelets in another. The table was set for two, with plates, silverware, orange juice and cups filled with coffee.She waved towards the table with her spatula. "Have a seat; breakfast will be ready in a few." Okay." I said. I started for the table, but then I got this itch in the back of my head. It gave me the impression that I needed to do. We left the bar. She must be soaking wet down there. And I was struggling to contain the obviously bulge in my trousers as we walked outside."Take me to your house"We hailed a cab, hardly saying a word to each other. I was so horny now. Not sure I could have cum in that bar, what would I have done with all that mess? Would have been all over the underside of the table, and on my jeans. Rather hard to hide.Ten minutes later we were at my door. I opened it, turned on the lights and went to the. So i offer her a ride and to my suprise she accepts. As she is setting next to me in the truck shes taking a napkin to wipe the rain from her face and neck, I couldnt help but to look when she started patting her chest dry. At that moment she catches me looking and says with a sarcastic annoyed tone, "Like what you see?" and then pulls the top of her dress together to cover her wet cleavage. I muster up the nerve to answer as I look straight forward at the road by saying, "Yes! I do!." Fearing.