Before I could say anything her lips were locked onto mine and I could still smell and taste the last of the pineapple on her lips. Her hand had alre...dy run up my thigh and was tracing out the head of my growing cock.She stopped suddenly and told me she had a surprise for me and that she wanted me to jump into the back seat of the car with her. My heart was pounding as the thought of my hips thrusting into her ran through my head. We jumped into the back and seat where she told me to lay. When he growled, I growled back at him, fought to get my arms around his waist. My Rival's hands moved to block my bid to bear-hug him, but the oil on my forearms made him lose his grip and he failed, snarling. A moment later, we were chest to chest, pressed. Our eyes locked from a distance of inches. We both sensed Her standing there, mere feet away. We could hear Her hot breath, gasping in and out, heard the sweep of Her hands over her own body as She pleasured herself to our strife. I braced. ..exposed, for lack of a better word, to sex since I was very young. Like most k**s growing up in the 80's, my dad had a bit of an extensive porn collection. I can remember being a little k** and seeing magazines lying in my parents bedroom partially, but not very well, hidden. I was probably 10 or 11 when I "discovered" masturbation. My parents weren't home and I was watching one of dad's "collection" tapes. These were VHS' of movies, only they weren't whole movies, they were a highlights type. They actioned it off a box at a time. I would be there all day for the two hundred piece auction. I stayed about an hour and bought nothing.I had a very late lunch in Dobson but found nothing interesting to do there, so I drove home. When I got home I found a note on my door, the SBI agents had been around. I'm sure they only had one or two agents assigned to a homicide in a small town. Mary Ellen had no known ties to anything important, like the mob or politics, so it would be just a small.