"She told me the room there was too small," I replied, shutting the truck. They both looked at each other. "The room over there is twice as big as tha... room," one of them said they both smiled as they looked at me. "Then, I don't know," I shrugged. "Whatever. We still get paid anyway," the other said as they got in the truck. I walked back inside. Now things were starting to bother me. I was sweating. I was irritated at missing the chance at a piece of ass. And now this bullshit. I walked into. Even more slowly, his hand slid down her stomach; her body lifted itself, trying to move him closer to her sex, wanting him to touch her and take her. Finally, he was stroking her between her legs, moving fingers between her red, swollen, lower lips and sliding the wetness around. He moved juices from her vagina up to her clitoris, then repeated the action, each time causing her body to lift and her orgasm to approach. Sue wanted to move his hand and make him touch her, but she could not. The warmth flooded through her body and she once again considered staying the night to enjoy her new friends properly. But she let the idea slip away. "We'll be off then," she turned with Jacko just as one of the lads had received a call on his phone. He held his hand up, urging them to stop, "You've a few minutes Jacko, Rusty's running a bit late." Jacko gave him the thumbs up and hustled her into the twin cab ute parked out the front. The wind and rain was almost cyclonic and once. I slid my hand between his ass cheeks and teased his bung with my fingers. His pussy opened slightly, inviting a deeper probing, and so I offered my "Trish" three damp fingers to grip inside his velvety rectum. The odor of precum mixing with the perfume of his penetrated anus produced an intoxicating effect. We swayed together drunkenly, to and fro, dancing to the music of our passion, the volume of which rapidly increasing to a deafening pitch. I felt a jolt of electricity shoot from the soles.