Kerrie felt that same rush she'd felt so many times in the last four weeks. Mark acted like he owned her and she found that, contrary to everything sh...'d been taught and everything she knew was wrong about it, she was enjoying it. With her eyes looking down at the bar, she slid her bottom onto the stool. It was cool on her thighs and she wished she was wearing something more than the skimpy little panty-skirt. The bartender was in his late forties and had a hard face and close-shaved hair. His. - You two are the first persons I've seen here for more than 5 months.- Seems to be our luck, the tall one answered. - Can we offer you a cup of coffee and half a sandwich?- I'm sure the lady wants to get home to her own coffee, the youngest and smallest of them replied, obviously more interested in getting rid of me. And of course I fell for the challenge.- Well, as it isn't every morning an old lady is offered a cup of coffee by two young men, I think I'll accept that, but I'll leave the. "Yeah," Béla admitted, "but you don't."Jake laughed. "I don't want to! I experience as much sexual saturation I can stand when you blast those intense orgasms through me. That's as much out of control as I ever want to be!" You don't like me broadcasting my orgasms?" Béla asked, surprised and hurt. "I thought..." Wait, wait!" Jake said hurriedly. "I love everything you do. I just don't want to pass out from sex." Why not?" Béla asked. "It's fun! It's intense! It's what I..." She paused,. I slowly moved my hand inside my shorts, and the movement must have attracted his attention. He lowered the magazine and looked at me. In a frozen moment, he just stared, and then sprang into action. He sat up, tossed the magazine under the bed, and threw the covers over him in one quick motion. "Mom, I, uh ---" I smiled. I could see that he was red-faced and embarrassed. He looked at me, a look of terror on his face. Then, he seemed to notice that my hand was in my pants, and that my fingers.