.. sorry."Then, while holding me with one arm, he starts touching me from behind. His left hand moves across my asscheeks, until the fingers reach my ...ole and start rubbing it. I try to suppress the moans, but after a while I stop caring.No one will hear us.I move my thighs in order to let his dick slide exactly between them. And when it ends up there, I continue to massage it. I can feel my skin getting wet.I start kissing his cheeks, his neck, and then move to the chest. Slowly, I reach his. It was obvious he had had enough. He was beat andbored. He needed a change so he called up Dean. "Hi Dean, how's thingswith you? You eaten yet?"He heard a negative reply. "Then do you want to go out to go out and havea burger and beer?" Dean thought that was a good idea.At the pub, Marty was amused at Deans' eyeing the pretty waitress' rearas she walked away after serving them. "Cheers!" Marty took a long drawof his beer and smacked his lips. "So how are things now with that book?"Dean shifted. The sight of it would make me want to go down on her and lick that sweet pussy right there. But! Alas, I can’t do that! Now I’m going to tell you a story of mine, the reason I’m writing it down to this site. She is a super hot girl. Nice muscular legs that go up to form a perfectly shaped tight ass. If she is wearing a tight fitting skirt or a dress, her ass sticks out enough, to give it a perfect roundness. As I mentioned her pussy was always so nice and smooth and was the tastiest thing I had. Nick told me you guys talked it out over lunch. And you didn’t bother to include me or help me understand what the fuck went on at that shithole casino, treating me like some child, like some girl you have to protect. Fuck you both.”Mel’s jaw had dropped at her first words and as Tracy finished her fuck-laced exclamation of disgust, Mel stammered a few nonsense syllables that went nowhere. As he put out a hand to her shoulder, Tracy batted him away, wiped an eye free of a tear and walked in.