He kept his fingers in her cunt fucking her as he pulled into a quiet road. He stopped the truck and pulled her to him and sucked on a nipple as he fi...gered her more. He pushed the seat all the way back and shoved her on her back with one leg up over the back of the seat and the other on the floor and she was now spread wide open for him. He looked at his fingers fucking her cunt and pulled them out and licked them clean. Then he bent down and began licking and sucking her clit before he pushed. How could Tony have been dumped on a street like he was trash? He tried to breathe, to assess Tony's injuries."Hey, DiNozzo," he said in a stern voice. "No lying down on the job."A couple of people gasped, but Gibbs tried to ignore them. "Come on, DiNozzo." B-Boss?" The voice was so weak."Yeah, Tony. Yeah ... it's me. You're gonna be okay now." Tony's hand, slippery with blood, started to rise. Gibbs pressed it down lightly with a soothing sound." N-No. Not okay. Got me bad. My back." Your. The glow within me left me in no doubt that I was more than a little involved. The first track came to an end. They stood there, un-moving. They were locked in that dramatic embrace. Then, I perceived just the faintest of elbow movements. As the second track started to play their danced resumed. A skirt fell slowly to the ground. It slipped down around the legs of the woman facing towards me. Without breaking the step or the rhythm of their dance she stepped out of the. A drunk passing out in the tiny mosh pit. Lighters and arms in the air. Shots of whiskey. Cold beers. Holding you in front of me, my desire for you pressing into you, and you pressing back into my desire. The memory is remarkably similar to what I'm experiencing now. I decide this is a far more pleasant feeling than the hangover and pull my arms tighter around you.You stir as I pull you into me, triggering more memories from the night before. Your hand in my pants as we sat in the backseat of a.