I wanted to scream in frustration because I’m unable even to lift my hips and envelope that wonderful cock. I can’t move anything but my head. It�...�s all getting to be too much and finally I sobbed and began to beg whoever it is to fuck me.He’s apparently not in a hurry. I guess he’s enjoying my suffering, my frustration. He continued to tease me, sliding the head of his cock in a little deeper and then pulling back. I heard myself making noises that didn’t even sound human. I twisted against the. I mean, the thing is, our being good friends has gotten us so screwed up we can’t…. Well, we can’t even screw.’ Mike nodded and flipped away his cigarette. ‘Right as usual, superstar Debbie. The way I figure it, our problem is we’re the last of the unrepentant, unreconstructed, hopeless southern romantics. We belong in 1868, not 1968. Someone should have kept us from reading, ‘Ivanhoe,’ when we were kids and I know we’ve read, and seen, ‘Gone With the Wind,’ way too many times. ‘But instead of. She positioned herself in a chair next to thebed as he mouth fucked me, sliding his dick in and out of mymouth, leaving me wanting more. Finally, he pushed his cock allthe way in, into my throat. He increased his tempo until he shotanother load into my mouth. My wife was fingering her clit, thewhole time, to reach another orgasm.He climbed off me, and my wife untied my legs. After resting awhile, and sharing a joint with my wife, he told her he was readyfor more. She dropped to her knees, and. “For god’s sake, Lane!” She tried to sound angry but her voice came out feeble. Her hand went out, catching his wrist though it didn’t stop his progress, no matter how hard she tried to push him away.“Stop – fucking – fighting,” he hissed.He was trying to kiss her neck again and her shoulder caught his chin as she jerked it up. It didn’t hurt him but his hand moved to grasp her ponytail hard, pulling her head back.“Enough, Haze. We both know what’s going to happen here. There’s no sense in.