The three soon fell prey to gravity, but the cue only moved a few millimeters with his next shot. She came around and realized her shot was interrupte... by the magnanimous four, its imposing sphere standing directly between her and the blasted thirteen. Once again hoping a bank shot would save her, she checked, and shot, and missed, all in the span of a few seconds. He smirked again, irritating her. ‘Fine then. Shoot,’ she said, her temper flaring. He nodded in acquiescence, saying, ‘Time enough. And with that perverted thought, I fell asleep again. I woke up again just a short time later thinking about my wife. All sorts of thoughts bounced around in my head. Was I just being paranoid from the weed, or was she really flirting with Sam? But then Peter was sitting right there with them so she wouldn’t do anything unseemly in front of him, would she? Yet, she decided it was OK to take of her bra and pants in front of them. She must have done it right there in the living room instead of. ‘This is so good!’ She smiled and went into the kitchen, returning with a cold shot glass of Bailey’s Irish Cream. He took a sip, then a bite of cake and hummed in appreciation. While he ate, he heard her busily putting things away in the kitchen and sighed happily. Obviously, she cared enough to fix the meal for him and it had been no small feat. He could go home with a smile on his face but he wanted to make love to her. To feel that care and concern wrapped around him. He arose and stood in. "I bet you wish you were with Ralph tonight. That he bent you over the table and fucked you. Fantasize that it was Ralph fucking you. Make yourself cum." Jen closed her eyes, and rubbed her clit harder and faster. "How does it feel with Ralph fucking you, with his big cock in you?"Jen moaned. "So good, so good, oh yeah, yeah, so good, Ralph fucks me so good." Her eyes were clenched closed as she neared her orgasm, as she fantasized about Ralph fucking her. "Oh yeah yeah so good Oh god so good.