“I’ll give you honest points for that one.”“Shit.” The stick, having been worn down to the size of a crayon, finally crumbled in his hand. �...�I need the spoon.”“Hey, we already agreed, you can’t use the spoon.”“Just give me the damn spoon!”“Fuck you.” Roc turned to him, flashing his unblinking thousand-yard stare. “Oh please, I ain’t afraid of you.” Roc continued glaring. “You look like you need to take a shit.” The glaring intensified. “Fuck, fine, take it.” Foley tossed him the spoon and Roc. I started moaning louder when his full ten inches filled me completely…I was panting and moaning and he began to slowly pump back and forth. Starting with little strokes, my ass squeezed and grabbed his cock with pleasure. The pleasure of him fucking me gave me energy and I pushed myself back up on my arms and began slamming my ass back into him as he pumped into my now stretched asshole. My eyes rolled back enjoying the deep ass pounding he was giving me.About thirty minutes passed, still in. " Forget the lovely," I said. "Facilitate, huh?" Yeah, facilitate." He smiled that very nice smile again. He was wearing a wrinkled white linen jacket and dark blue trousers with a red and blue striped shirt. About forty-five, I figured. Or maybe forty and well-travelled."OK, let's forget facilitate for a while," I said. "Just who the hell are you?" I'm a friend of Gerry's from a long time ago," he said. "I work in the oil fields out in South Dakota, but I come to Maine whenever I can.". We still shared clothes and love dressing for the men. While at the restaurant, we noticed that Laura and her new man sat in the booth behind us. They snuggled and we could hear all their plans to take Mark for whatever they could get. She even made fun of that last vacation they went on and how he had no clue he was getting her hot pussy for the last time. Laura talked about plans for Friday evening at the new happening restaurant/bar in town called O’Neill’s. I had wanted to go there, but.