" Then he shook his head, eyes narrowing slightly. "But I am notlike Pete. If he had won the coin flip, I would have wished for someother girl. Or may...e just that my knee was healed. I wouldn't have wantedto make every woman who caught my eye fall into lust with me."I crossed my arms over my chest. I didn't want him to be sorry for whathe'd done. I didn't want him to be penitent and regretful. Because then Iwould feel obligated to forgive him. Something I wasn't sure I would beable to do."No,. She guided my erection to her slit and pushed the head of my cock between her lips. She let out a muffled groan against Laura’s pussy as I buried my rod in her wet hole.I gripped her hips and pumped her, all the while watching Bret fuck Laura’s mouth. I could tell that Denise’s tongue and Bret’s cock were quickly getting Laura to the edge. Sure enough, after a couple of minutes, she went into her usual pre-orgasmic gyrations, her ass bucking up and down while Denise vigorously sucked her cunt.. She was hoping that he would just drive away and she could finish alone, but he kept watching her. She didn’t understand why she just didn’t stop and wait for him to leave, but she couldn’t. She continued to softly run her fingers over her pussy and watch the trucker watching her. As her finger began tracing the line between her pussy lips she watched him open the door to his truck. Her fingers were sliding along her inner labia now. He stepped down from the door and began walking toward. She wore a slightly mocking smile as she watched me contemplating her body but didn't really seem to mind.We didn't really manage any sort of conversation until we sat down to dinner. Half a cold chicken and a bottle of heavy red wine soon made their faces light up and put on a rosy sheen. They started to tell me a story half way between Romeo and Juliet and Dickens. I didn't believe half of it but it transpired that she, Angie, was the daughter of a seriously Catholic father and a suppressed.