Sabrina attempts to bring me back into focus, “Do you have her juices all over your face? I can tell you I wish they were mine. Would you like to ta...te my juices too?” “Mmmm,” I practically moan proving I am calming down. “I want you to go back now and lick her cunt for thirty seconds, but remember to pretend you are feasting on my bald, hot, wet vagina,” she says forcefully to get me back. I hardly needed that. She had me at “juices”, I dive in again. She gives me more of the continuous. Oh, be sure and check out that attic too. That house sure has a tall roof, not to have an upstairs.”“Josey, have you ever thought about getting some of the new two-way radios that are selling like hotcakes now.”“I’ve heard of them, but I never thought much about it. Do they actually talk as far away as the Montague Farm?”“That farm isn’t as far as you think, when you talk about - as the crow flies. I’m pretty sure the two-way radios I saw down in Jackson in the taxis were talking from one side. Not wanting to seem desperate I headed back to the hotel and waited a bit before sending my next message 'So if I was bored, and fancied heading out for some drinks, where would I be going? ;)' and in no time came the reply 'Well come to mine, and we'll go together, it's a nightmare to find?'. I was totally in here, just had to put up with an evening of girly chat and surely I'd be staying at her place. 'Sounds good to me Claire, it's been ages since I've had a proper drink. What should I wear. As he did, he lifted her eager body towards his. “Sure, Francine baby! I’ll fuck you now,” he said with his hands slipping under her body for a firmer grip on her ass. “But don’t be so formal with the guy who’s fucking you. Just so you know, that guy’s name is Vic, and if you want Vic fucking you like you want, you better call him that!”With that, Francine Doyle brought her meaty legs around Vic’s lower body, and in doing that, pulled herself onto the cock that was there to penetrate her.