Then I was under the spell from both of them. They became a package it seemed. Joe decided to get down with her, and she let him have a crack at my pu...sy. Of course it was no contest who was better, but he still gave me a bit of a thrill though."Oh, Joe. Get that pussy, I haven't seen you get pussy in so long," Erin told him.He looked at her, and he seemed upset."What's that mean?" Joe pondered.Whether if she meant to or not, she hit a nerve."Well, we haven't had sex lately. Do you even. He’d have done more, but that was the only time the DA had been able to get a witness to testify. People seem to clam up when they realize that the suspect was a member of the Hell’s Angels motorcycle club. Yeah, so I was friendly with an ex-con. Hey, we all make mistakes, and what really mattered was that he was nice to me and, more importantly, he looked out for me at times like this. “Damn.” I muttered under my breath. Ok, to be honest, it sounded more like ‘Goddamn motherfucking what the. She swirled her tongue around him as she bobbed up and down. With each stroke she went a little deeper; he was starting to hit the back of her throat and she felt like she wanted to choke. She just kept sucking him though, giving him all the pleasure she could.“Slow down, Gin, I’m so close. Give me your pussy.” He was panting in short, loud gasps as he pulled off his shirt. “Let me taste you.”Ginny had wondered how she was going to get Ron to go down on her, and now he was asking for it. . I receipted the movement with my hips, shifting the dilator in and out. My right hand found my clit and started to strum it, sending jolts of tingling electricity up my spine and across my body. The man flipped me on my stomach. He was pounding me into the ground with each stroke, my hand furiously rubbing my clit in response. My body was livid. And then I hit the wall, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t climax. With a frustrated groan, I flipped myself back over, and I let myself continue.