Ana and Carla exchanged glances. Before Ana could speak, Carla had already grabbed one bottle and hefted it to see how much it contained. Using the sa...e hand, grabbed a second by the neck, then scooped Ana’s hand into the other, and lead her outside to the patio and down the steps to the lawn. “Won’t we need …” Ana began, but was cut off by Carla’s, “… we’ll share – it’ll be okay.”A moment later, they were under the big oak at the far end of the yard, seated with their backs against its. You feel your cock, hard and wet with precum. A usual morning wood you think. So comes the time to rub it out. The plan is to remember that dream you just had. You take a deep breath, take a seat in your sofa, close your eyes, and slowly start stroking. Several minutes go by, but you just can't get that dream back into your mind. Not one scene comes back. Frustrated, you stop masturbating. You sit there in quiet for a time, upset with yourself for not being able to remember, not being able to. The reason I say that is because she would twist her butt giving me better access. When Sally's body started to shake, I knew she was having her orgasm. I had read that I should continue what I was doing and maybe she would have another orgasm. A few minutes later, Sally pulled my hair hard, her second orgasm was raging though her. She pushed my mouth away from her. I sat back and waited for her to come down.“Oh my god... that was so damn good. Give me a few minutes, I want to cum again,” she. What I noticed instantly about this street though was the atmosphere, it was a lot more edgy than the other drinking areas wed walked through. At the top of the street were two dingy little bars frequented by what I can only describe as mean looking criminal types. Out on the street the people walking around didnt seem as drunk as the people in the other areas but looked a lot more menacing and stared at you as we passed by. We eventually came to a club on the left which I think was called.