I said, “I’m not asking you to suck me.” Well, that was a lie. If she hadn’t said no I sure would have let her suck me. She turned toward me. ...er chest was touching my knees. I was jacking fast and blew a load onto her chest. She looked surprised as hell and looked up at her dude. He high-fived me, gave her a hand up and away they went.When Kelly sat down on the hand-job guy’s cock she pulled her T-shirt out from under her butt so she wasn’t sitting on it. She also spread her knees apart. Very. I felt myself begin to surrender."Keep going," I whispered, barely audible. He leaned further in, pressing his lips more firmly against my skin this time, closer to my neck, warm and moist.He lowered his hand (I'm not sure where it had been, perhaps resting on my shoulder? My entire world had contracted into the point where his lips met my face), and I could feel his hand as it moved through my aura. I was sitting on the ground, my legs arranged in a sort of z-shape, in such a way that his hand. She waved to them.She was half way out of her shift when her husband asked. "You think Sheila would show me her tits?" Shit! The asshole was half smashed already and it was only three in the afternoon. He'd be an idiot by five."Sure, honey. I don't see why not? Looks like she's showing you just about everything now... Go for it! Ask her." Humor him.The wife was walking away, adjusting her bathing suit top which held nothing compared to Sheila's bountiful gift(s). The husband mumbled, "I just. "The other man shook Caleb's hand and said, "Much obliged fer the he'p, Mr. Jackson. My name is Hamlet Underwood from Austin. Call me Ham." Glad ta meet ya, Ham. What brought all this on?" I ain't rightly shore. I had just come around that bend in the road when that shotgun seemed ta go off in my ear an' I found myself on the ground beside my dead hoss. I s'pose it was a robbery attempt, but I ain't carrying enough money to be worth a fight. Let me look at this bastard an' maybe I'll know some.