I couldn’t help stare and be jealous of her. “What are you staring at Riley?” she laughed as I couldn’t help staring at her thinking things I ...houldn’t that got me tingling and a little wet. “Nothing, fucker just looking at you and that scrap of material you’ve got on you call a bikini. God damn woman do you own anything that covers more then your nips and snatch?, lol” “ Eh fuck off you’re just jealous” as she splashed water up on me. “Dammit Desi, don’t get me wet I’m trying to work on my. . The dark brown hair around her slit was lathered with her love juices, and she said, "Fuck me until I cum all over you, please!" I put my toolpouch down and went over to her. She eagerly embraced me as I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom she had just finished masturbating in. She peeled off her skirt and blouse as soon as I had put on the bed. Her bra was the last article of clothing she had on, and it , too fell by the wayside, as I gingerly fingered her steamy snatch. Her wet. There the fingers straightened out and each palm, moving in concentric circles, took over the sensual dance on each nipple till each one was standing up. ‘Even my palms are feeling sensual’ was the fleeting thought. By now, Mary’s lips have parted and her arching body responded to this intoxicating stimuli. Once again, Mary was aware of another small orgasm as she felt her channel of love begin to moisten. It was as if every excited nerve was sending precise data to her sensual mind. The. Needless to say, a woman in her position didn'tfrequent these types of places. Jenn ordered a bottle of Jack Daniels and ashot glass. She gulped the first one. Her throat was burning and a teardropslid down her pink cheek. She sobbed quietly. Jenny was at the bottom of the bottle when she noticed a woman, probably inher early fifties, smiling in a pitiful manner, across the bar. The way shelooked at Jenny... It was obvious that the older woman understood what waswrong with her. Jenny forced in.