.. I reckon...” went on Jamahl, “that someone forgot to bring the step-ladder and had to resort to some of the strong guys in the group lugging, b...mping and dragging this thing over to there. I also reckon it would have been empty a week ago making it just that much easier to move. If you give it a good hit with your shoulder, Bjorn, I think you could move it a bit even now. Go on ... have a go.”Bjorn didn’t look to sure about this but did it anyway. He gave the dumpster a good jolt with his. Ben’s cock was pistoning in and out of her cunt and my tongue was licking part of his cock. Cindy said I want you to lick Ben’s balls when his cock is fully in me, and as he pulls out I want you to lick his shaft. Do it good, remember, you’re my little cocksucking bitch.”His balls were slapping me in the face and I noticed my cock was rock hard from all the action I was seeing. Cindy also looked down at my cock, which was fully aroused and freely leaking pre-cum. She told Ben to pull his cock. ”“Why?”“Wives complain ... it’s a law.”“Really?”“How else do husbands know they’re idiots if wives don’t complain?”“Yeah,” said Zoe.“The rule,” said Cynthia, “is this ... men marry hoping their wives never change. Wives marry to change their men.”“I must have missed something when we were children.”And Tyche said, “According to mom and Auntie Cyn ... you missed out on lots when you were growing up.”Then she said, “Yup ... that’s why you were a virgin when you were 22. What’s a virgin?”“You .... The usually serious Elizabeth found herself laughing at the stranger’s jokes. The man was so easy to talk to and Elizabeth was flattered at the way the man was interested in what she had to say. It all seemed so natural, even when he had placed his hand on her knee. When his hand crept up her leg she knew she should have stopped him, left the pub and never seen him again. But she didn’t. As if under some spell she allowed his hand to drift up her legs. She felt as if she were in a dream as his.