Dustin is like a wild man now eatin pussy like he would never get another chance. I shuck off my gym shorts, and get behind Dustin, and yank his off h...m as well. I reach down and grab his rock hard boner giving it a hard squeez. I grab him by his mohawk and turn his head around to face me. “You wanna fuck her dawg”? “Huh—you wanna fuck that cunt”? Dustin, now sweatin again, and pantin like a dog, just replies with “ya”, and a shit eatin grin. Encouraging him on I tell him “Then stick it dawg.. ’ ‘An hour? You’ll catch your death. Do you want to come in and dry off?’ ‘No, no, I should get going,’ she replied. A large drop of water ran down her forehead and dropped from her eyebrow, down to her cheek. ‘You are literally dripping,’ he said. ‘I will feel terrible if I let you go on like this, having rescued me. The least I can do is provide you with a towel.’ She looked into his eyes. ‘I’ll boost the heating and light the fire. The cottage warms up quickly. Please.’ ~ She considered him.. She then slipped on her laced up hooker boots. She grabbed his leather coat slipping it on, grabbing her cell, smokes and keys. She wouldn't need any money she would have everything she needed. Jordyn locked up her place, got into her car and drove to the venue which was a couple of hours away. It was good, she'd stop for food on the way, eat it as she drove, rock out to the bands music and get there in good timing. She might get there a bit late but she didn't care she would only miss a band. As we did the week before, we went to the store for beer, then the park. Sitting at a table, we drank our beers and had a smoke. Unlike the previous Sunday, Bob bought twelve beers instead of six.Bob and I caught up on our week. I told him about my job hunting. Bob said he also put in applications and received the same results as I had. I wanted to ask if he still worked at the Social Club, but I didn’t.“How are things at home? Is your dad still after you to move?” I said.“He asks me when.