There was no doubting my wetness down there between my legs as his fingers pressed home and into my cunt, I held his wrist as he thrust in and out of ...e, my knees buckling under my impending orgasm.He was fumbling to free himself to fulfil his desire, and I turned and bent over the bottom of the old cast iron bed-stead, my hem high, as I peeled my thong down and exposed my swollen cunt and curvaceous ass for his ejaculation.'Do it', I moaned over and over, as my hand delved between my thighs. I lift you up with your legs wrapped around me and you kissing my neck wildly as I take you to the shower with me. We throw each other's clothes off aggressively and make out against the wall slowly making our way to the shower.We get in still kissing and close the door. You are against the wall with my cock rubbing your pussy lips and I use one hand to turn on the water. The temperature rises and I bend you over facing away from the shower head, your hands placed firmly on the wall, one. He must have had terrible acne when he was younger, his face was pocked like raindrops on sand."That racket interrupts my work." He eyed the pie in my hand, one eye enticed, the other wary. Both were dark brown. They matched his skin tone. "But I know it's not all your fault."I repressed an urge to fling a hot pie to pave the holes in his face with burning, cinnamon apple filling."Would you like to come in?" He took a step to open space."No. Thank you." I held out the pie. "Dogs remain in heat. Simon sat there on the loveseat shaking his head. John had a look on his face that seemed to say all was well and that he would live up to paying off the bet. “Ok Mike. You won. So what is it we have to do?” Dan asked me. The thoughts running through my mind at that moment were intense. There were so many ideas flooding my mind that I couldn’t keep them straight anymore. Then I realized something. If I pushed too hard for something and they still wanted to continue this game we had.