Charlie issue, the Mexican standoff, as Pauline called it, was broken.Jake's first inkling of the issue's possible resolution came at just after eight...that morning. He was under the covers and snoring in his bed, still sleeping off the eleven Coronas and eight bonghits of the night before. Suddenly, someone was pounding on his door. He tried to ignore it and stay safely asleep but the pounding was continuous, insistent."All right, all right!" he finally yelled as the last vestiges of. “Mmmm, I love your touch,” she murmured, tilting her head back. My hand grew bolder with its’ wanderings, and soon my fingers were brushing her closely cropped blonde hair, more than slightly damp with her wetness. “Ooh,” she whispered, closing your eyes, leaning her head back a little further, smiling as she pushed her hips into my hand slightly. My fingers grew more insistent, moving up and down her wet slit. She shifted in the seat so as to open up her pussy as wide as she could. I took. I looked over at him and lifted up a little to come over to him lying on his back. I kissed him after saying good morning then smiled at him, to let him know I wanted him to do what I find irresistible for him to do for me in the morning.I fell back onto my stomach spreading my legs pulling a pillow under my stomach as I bent my knees a little and he crawled behind me grabbing hold of my legs still in black fishnet stockings from the night before.I had my ass in the air and I buried my head. "I do love to have a mouthful of prick--but my poor cunt feels so neglected and abandoned when I'm blowing. I simply can't give head for very long while my pussy is empty." Damn!" Harold snorted. "I don't see what I can do about that. I only got one prick." If only there were another prick available," said Helen wistfully. "Then I could suck you as long as you wanted me to." You mean--another man? A threesome?" he asked doubtfully, not wanting to share the gorgeous redhead with some other.