She mouthed “be cool” to me. She knew exactly what was going on. The next few minutes were a haze of confusion. Keys were being picked and newly ...ormed couples were disappearing. Suddenly, I heard my wife’s name called and I snapped out of it. “Okay, Miranda, you’re up!” Christina squeaked. She reached in and pulled out a pair of keys that I was silently hoping would be mine. They weren’t. “Who drives the BMW?!” She asked, too excitedly. A man stood up, claiming his keys - or claiming my. It was gone again. I heaved again. Only stringy, white spit came out of my mouth. Over the last hour, the fare had become less interesting. The sick pain in the gut had turned into searing pain of a muscle worked past the point of fatigue. I kind of like it. There was a sense of surrender. I was no longer thrown by the bouts of vomiting. I was a lifeless rag that let the bouts of pain and vomit reaction travel through the body. The ocean and I had partnership. I gave her a spoonful. She cleared. I knew then that I was going to have both of them that night. Maggie rolled over onto her stomach, the camera was placed on the floor, and the three of us began kissing. I rubbed Maggie’s bare back, as Sarah, who still had access to a tit, continued to play with Maggie’s nipple. The kisses were sloppy and wet, as one might expect with three people flicking their tongues at each other’s mouth. I ran my hands over Maggie’s ass, sarah played with Maggie’s nipple, and Maggie squeezed Sarah’s tits,. One day, I got us some food and we went to a park to eat. While eating we began to talk and get to know each other. Tara's Mom had no idea that she went with me.One day a couple of weeks later I took her with me to lunch and we sat in my SUV and talked. It was extremely hot outside and Tara was wearing some loose fitting shorts and a holder top. I had the AC on and her nipples were hard from the cold. I don't think she realized it at first, but after a while she must have seen me staring at her.