I fucked her with long and deliberate strokes until my cock was sliding easily in and out of her ass. I caressed her shapely buttocks as I watched my ...ecker move in and out of her rectum worming around inside of her curvy ass. I caressed her small tits and tweaked her nipples as I leaned over her body and whispered in her ear, ‘Cathleen you have a hot ass, I love fucking you in your hot ass.’ My hands freely roamed her body and I pulled her hips drawing her backwards impaling her on my inflated. "Beg for my cock, ask me to fuck your slut mouth like the whoreyou are!"Rodge said as he slapped the side of Jim's face with his cock,spreading more of the mixture of his face. "Please Sir, fuck my slutmouth and use me, I want that hot load forced down my throat, use me likethe fucking whore I am," Jim said as he began to stroke his own cockwhich was leaking with excitement."That's it slut!" Rodge said before grabbing Jim's head again and ramminghis cock down Jim's throat with force, fucking it. She was now my phantom lover I felt the buttons of my shirt being freed one at a time. She moved around in front of me and slid her nails up the inside of my legs and up to my waist. I moved the guitar upright on my knee. She pulled at the buttons of my faded blue jeans and soon I felt the warm breeze and then her hot breath. This was driving me crazy! She sweetly kissed my hip and man-crease and followed wetly down. I had grown hard and was pulsing. She took me with her hands and stoked me. Quaint, I said. Quaint? What does that mean? (See what I meant about arguments?) I didnt mean that in a sarcastic manner. The place is nice, cozy. It wasnt an insult. Oh, well whatever. Where do you want to sit? I didnt really care, but it wasnt my house, so I asked anyway. She dropped onto the couch and put her drink on a table at one end. I sat beside her, and for some stupid reason I began to chat about work and other unrelated items, at one point, I did ask her how long her family would be.