"Fixing her with a grin he spoke, "It fits. Angel it shall be."Grateful, for having her birth name returned, she flew into his arms and hugged him tig...tly around the neck. His body's response to this kind of attention was predictable, but there wasn't time to gratify those impulses."Later Angel," he told her, while gently disentangled himself. "We have to get going. Get dressed." Reluctantly she complied.By this time, PeeJay was beginning to stir, and Galen wasn't in any mood to deal with the. She moaned, but was worried. She wasn’t on the pill and he wasn’t using a condom. He started pushing in and out of her and she instantly forgot about the problems this may cause-all she wanted was this pleasure. She grabbed his back with her free arm, scratching and clawing at it, trying to find something to hold to. She dug her nails into his back, almost drawing blood and he responded by lowering his head and biting her collar, making her moan louder than ever. He started moving quicker in. Bra, panties, too much trouble. She shoved them in her purse. Jeans—she wished she'd worn a skirt because she didn't want anything touching her between the legs—and tee-shirt. Her nipples were still hard, but maybe she could claim it was because of the cool night air. Her hair ... She brushed and tugged at it until it was more or less back under control.She kissed both men on the cheek. They'd recovered and were now sucking each other. She shook her head politely when Alan offered her Bob's.. Finally, after close to 20 minutes of brutal, non-stop pounding, the stud’s balls finally explode, blasting globs of his redheaded seed into the nerdy wife’s well pounded pussy. “Oh, shit!” the stud cries out as his tool continues to spurt; finally, his orgasm expended, he pulls his sperm oozing tool out of the MILF and slaps it against her ass. “Oh, shit! I’m still hard! I’m still fucking hard!” he exclaims, every vein in his rigid pecker throbbing angrily; he shoves his tool back into Liz’s.