I felt immobile, wilted, molded to the passenger's seat.I heard a series of gasps, faintly coming from the direction of my companion.I unfastened both...seat belts and took her into my arms. Her breathing was halted, causing the faint gasps and little jerks of her body. After several minutes I heard her lips make a smacking sound like she was trying to say something.She pulled away and sat back in her seat. "My name is Nancy, please call me that," she said, holding out her gloved hand for me to. As the sun was rising, a light rain began to tap and dance on my windshield. I had planned on doing something outside today, something to get me out of the routine of working at night and sleeping all day, only to repeat the process again and again. I had missed the sunlight for too long, and it showed, what sun I had darkened my forearms and face. My chest, legs, and back were as pale as milk. Over the years, I’d developed a distaste for wearing clothing when I didn’t need to. I very seldom. “Sherrie, what you’re doing is magnificent, but we don’t have time for me to cum and recharge. I want to make love to you.” She gave Clarence a kiss on the tip and me a kiss on the lips. “I want that too. But making love is cheating too much. Please fuck me.” She rolled onto her back and I nestled between her legs. Clarence homed in on her pussy like a guided missile. Some people think missionary sex is boring, but looking each other in the eye with bare breasts against bare chest is the most. "She's good. And she's smart. Smart enough to know when she shouldn't know. She'll do. Have to." Glad you approve." It's my neck if this blows up. I doubt the Gambling Board would approve. And that rat, Bernie, has been after the casino ever since Bennie died. So I've a right to worry."Should've thought of that 'fore we got into this. "Betsey's fine. I've never seen Maria so happy. Look at her laugh. She looks so unspoiled, almost like she was seventeen, on the verge of life, when everything.