"What's happened? Who took your pants? Where did you get that car? Is the laws after you?" The questions came tumbling out of her mouth, one after the...other."Honey, I been bruised. Now, if you will be more tender with the side you are huggin' and snugglin' at, I'll tell you what happened. First off, this car is not ours."She stamped her bare foot impatiently, "Harley, I know that car don't belong to us. Will you stop bein' so dammed exasperatin' and tell me what happened?" Well, first a train. A regular bevy of Amazons mostly, but with a few very feminine, delicate looking women too. He found in the psych report she couldn't go long without sex. They'd kept her a week without it, he knew this too.The other woman was brunette. Her lips a dark red, the eyebrows accenting downward towards her nose, which was long and narrow to just above her lips. Her hair curled in spirals to the shoulders which were rounded down her arms. This one also wore sweats, but they couldn't conceal her larger. As I drew closer, he slowed in his busy-ness, aware of my presence, tho not, perhaps, my intent. He did not stop, but his ears were pricked - attentive to my slightest motion, and the fact that he continued about his tasks, back still toward me made me curious. Compelled now, by not just the man but what he was up to, and aware that he knew I was there but chose to ignore me, I abandoned stealth for speed, and moved with renewed purpose in his direction.Before I could fully close the gap. ” And gently punches him but still manages to catch him by surprise and cause him to spill some of his drink on his lower belly. “Sorry, dear. Let me clean that up for you.” With that she again is on her knees next to her husband, bending over and licking up the drink from his lower belly. “I think some ran down here.” And continues to lick further down until she once again at the base of his penis which was quickly rising to her attentions.“Maybe you’re not out on the street, whore” he said,.