.. that’s the Jim Olsen I remember,” she murmured as the kiss broke. “I need some of this,” she added, squeezing his dick through his slacks b...fore walking away to say goodbye to some relatives.The voice of Jim’s conscience was screaming. How could he betray Sarah Jane so easily? Wasn’t she the love of his life? Questions and rationalizations bubbled up through the haze of lust. Was she being celibate over there in jolly old England? She’d be back among her old mates and she’d intimated that. “Let’s get out of here.” Bob left his drink on the bar and headed for the door, I had not ordered a drink. I didn’t have a plan, I was just pissed at Vida. I had started something in motion though and didn’t know where it would go. Out in the small lot Bob unlocked the passenger door of his pickup then went to his side and got in. “How bad you want me to fuck this cunt up?” He asked when I got in.“No no, I just want you to fuck her, not hurt her. Tie her up too, tie her up and fuck her.”Bob. Although she admired both the shape and the firmness of her own bum - or buttocks as she sometimes called them to herself, in deliberate acknowledgement of her study of classical art -- she was secretly just as pleased by her now well-developed tits, or breasts as again she called them to herself for the same reason. But, and very unlike Anna, she still felt somewhat embarrassed by them and when showering she would stand facing the wall as she gently massaged herself with soapy water. She liked. Then the red head said she had to pee and was worried about bears getting her. We all laughed and told her to just pee right here, which she did!. She stood up and dropped her tight jeans, and squatted right there and peed. Then the blonde did the same thing. And then Gary walked over and whipped out his cock and started to pee, only the blonde grabbed his cock and held it for him as he peed. "I thought you might need some help with that big thing." She said. I looked at the red head and she.