Fuck me!" she said, "I need it."Steve couldn't refuse this personification of pure lust in front of him. She wasn't his wife in this moment. She was a...bitch in heat. A mare in season. And he was going to give her the beast she needed.He grabbed her brief-cut panties with both hands and yanked them down with animalistic urgency to her feet, where she stepped out with one sandaled foot.He then rose and put his right hand to her pussy, immediately confirming how wanton she was by the heat and. We were very much in love.” Connie shook her head. “Weirder and weirder,” she said in wonder as they watched the couple touch. “Don’t you want to grab her away from him?” “Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy,” said Jim. “Is that a crack against Jane?” she said defensively. “She’s not perfect, but she’s…pretty great.” “No. I mean yes. She is great. I was serious. I wanted Harry and Jane to meet.” “Shit,” Connie said. They watched Harry begin massaging Jane’s shoulders. “That’s a good start,” Jim. He climbed in and I drove off. As we started through the countryside it started to rain heavily, i glanced across at the guy next to me and saw he had fallen asleep despite the rain hammering on the roof. It was then that I noticed I suddenly had a raging hard-on. The guy was about my age with a perfect body and about a day’s stubble, just how I like it. I kept glancing across and it felt like my cock would tear through my jeans any second, I slowly moved my hand down to my crotch began. "It's not the legal problems that worry me. It just seems that a lot of Americans seem to be so intolerant of other countries' ways and traditions," Ileana explained."Yeah. Change scares a lot of people." It sure do, Michael," Prissy said. "Why, I's lived here almost twenty years, and there's still folks who say that colored folks shouldn't be allowed to ride on the front of the bus."I didn't know what to say to that, so I just drank my milk and ate my brownie. Ileana was strangely quiet as.