I rolled and did a leg sweep, dropping him to the ground beside me, quickly grappling him into a submissive position. I may have gotten a kidney punch...or two in, judging by the grayness in his face.His two buddies tried to jump in but they were outnumbered and outgunned, so they resorted to calling for the bartender to get help pulling me off him. My cousin was the bartender and owner, had seen the cheap shot, and just kept polishing the glass he was holding. I got my breathing back to normal. "The serious tone of voice set him back a bit, while not totally foreign, it wasn't one that he heard very often, and rarely if ever in a conversation between the two of them, and especially not when prefaced with a profession of love. "What is it Donna, what are you trying to tell me?" Steve said, the concern evident in his voice."I wish there was some easy way to say this, but there isn't. At the same time, I wish I could explain it, understand how it happened..." What is 'it' Donna, what are. And horny. And she couldn’t quite shake the feeling — but she would. She always did. One hour, 50 minutes later, Marty and Victoria the younger walked down Kirkwood to their favorite eatery. They wore their best outfits. Her blouse had flowers, the shoulders padded, her knee-length skirt pleaded. Marty was decked out in a pair of Bugle Boy slacks and an Izod collared shirt. He’d debated wearing just a pair of acid-wash jeans and an Ocean Pacific surfer shirt, but he wanted to be taken. The young man slid back and Ted growled at him that he should have asked first and to be fuckin polite and make sure that he pleases his host before himself. Somehow Ted had slipped under Maria and was giving her pussy the lashing of a life time till she exploded. I felt a firm pair of hand hold my thighs and the smooth unforgettable head of a cock rubbing up & down my slit looking for a way to get inside me Maria had recovered enough to guide it in. As Ted took his time to enter me... I could.