Glancing back at the road, I grown under my breath, getting angry now at the fact that I live so far away from this club. “You are going to make me...get in a car crash. I am so ready to just jump over this arm rest and fuck the shit out of that dick. If you don't put it away I will be forced to at least touch it,” I say. Glancing over, I see him start to stroke it faster now. Finally saying to myself, “Fuck it,” I reach over and start to stroke his hard dick. With one hand controlling the car. My lips kiss your forehead, then gone. A finger slowly drags a triangle from your left hip up to your navel, to the right hip, then gone. My tongue circles your elbow, then gone. Hand pulls the strap of your tank off your shoulder, a kiss there. A finger traces the bottom curve or your left breast. Then nothing. You feel my warm breath on your face, on your lips, you lick them ready for the kiss you know will come… closer… almost touching… a finger slides up your inner thigh and the breath is. They had the fine lady on her back with her legs spread and lifted up for easy access to her pussy. They took their turn fucking her as each man stood back waiting.The short time I watched, she was fucked by at least five guys and screamed in pleasure the whole time. I finally noticed in the corner of the bedroom was a white man. I realized he could be the hubby.He was watching them gang fuck her sexy beautiful little wife. I guessed that my own wife was also going to be there tonight…I went. “Tristan?” He stopped walking and slowly turned around. Landon wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating or actually looking at his former pack leader. “Dude, where the fuck have you been?” He walked up to him and touched his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t a figment of his imagination. Tristan looked at his hand, and then met Landon’s brown eyes, signalling the fact that he did not want to be touched. “Sorry.” Landon withdrew. “I just… I’m surprised.” Tristan still didn’t respond. He impassively.