"hey, what the fuck, I only need one ride" she beltched out, saliva dripping from her mouth as she fell over to the floor. "It's his truck, but I'm dr...ving" I snarled. " If you want to walk that's fine but a ride to town is BJ and pussy for us both, take it or leave it." She made her way to her feet, grabbed the bottom of her blouse and pulled it over her head, those big titties flopped down like wet pillows as she threw it aside. She started to fumble with her jeans when we grabbed her and led. Sensing that her pretending to be asleep was serving no purposeexcept to diminish her enjoyment of the experience, Beth opened hereyes, smiled at her friend and said softly, "Ummm... that reallyfeels good." I am glad you like it. I wasn't sure you would. I don't know whyI started doing this, but I just wanted to."Beth responded by pulling her panties off and spreading her legsapart to give Erin more freedom between her legs and a sort ofunspoken permission to proceed. Erin buried a finger. Morgan came out and sat down next to me. Her mother went elsewhere. I looked at Morgan curiously.“My mother had an unsuccessful date and had been drinking once she got here. I suggested that she go sleep it off. After a bit, she agreed.”She turned enough to kiss me. I helped. I was straddled again. Both of us finally broke the kiss together breathing heavily. Morgan whispered, “I’m so glad you returned to me.”“Me, too. I have no plans to ever walk away from you. I like you close to me. I’ve. I moved here right aftereverything happened. Your Mom and grandparents, well they knew the wholestory but they helped me anyway" she was quiet for a minute."I, I killed my husband, he was a Chicago police officer. I was pregnantand came home to find him in bed with the neighbors fifteen year olddaughter." So you killed him for it?" I asked."No, he beat me. Broke two ribs. Gave me two black eyes. It wasn't thefirst time he'd beaten me. But it was the last," she looked me in theeyes her own.