" Come," I say, "my husband promised you'd see to my every need," I catch her raised eyebrows, "and I need a drinking-partner."She smiles, "Well, when...you put it like that..."As she slips into the chair I notice that two buttons on her blouse have become unfastened, exposing her to mid chest. Our eyes flick up to meet each other and we both laugh, realising we were checking each other out.She takes the stem of the small crystal wine glass in her long fingers and brings the rim to her full, red. Instead he slowlylicked off the pre-cum that was running in a constant stream down herpink-headed, dark shafted man-meat while at the same time, rolling hernipples between his fingers and pulling on her nipple rings to distendthem out as far as they could go without ripping her flesh.Becky pushed Tom away, slid down onto her back in the booth, reachedbetween them to take her panties off just one leg, brought her thighs upto her tits and said, "Hey you fuckin coke-head junkie... Momma. I leaned back further, spread my legs wider and started making slow circles around my clit. Every so often, I would rub it and my body would jump. By now, I had stopped reading. My eyes were half closed and I was rubbing my clit in what was approaching a very frenzied pace. I took my left hand, slid it under my bra and began rolling, pinching and tugging at my very hard nipples. Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, occasionally sliding my two fingers back in. When it hit, it hit hard. I almost fell off. When the spring lobster season approached, and the spring thaw began, Stone came to a final decision. He would ask the young man if he wished to become his helper, or maybe offer him a partnership. He only didn’t know how to approach him without it seeming like charity. He knew these people. They were like him. They held a great deal of pride.In the waning light of the afternoon, Stone walked up the curving, unpaved road that led to the small house which he knew was owned by Sky. It was.