He pulled and slapped them, with no qualms about being gentle, as he hammered his cock in and out of her pussy. He was still fuming over the attempted...thievery, and he was pounding Amy’s cunt and squeezing her tits in retribution.It didn’t take long before Vince launched into another orgasm, shooting ropes of cum deep into Amy’s pussy. He kept pumping his cock in and out of her, causing much of his jizzm to leak out the side of his prick, and drip onto the floor between their legs. When he. The jerk had ripped the slit of the dress on up till the spaghetti thin strap of panty crossing my hip bone was clearly visible. The man stood, smiled again and excused himself from my company. But in leaving, he motioned to the bartender, laid another $10 on the bar and told the man I would need another drink. I looked down and realized I had slopped half my drink across the bar. Shit, damn, I hate it when I make an ass of myself. I honestly hate it. I watched the remainder of the races. Does that make you upset?’ Jasmine was not surprised at George’s fantasy at all. In fact she had the same thoughts herself and since George had said them aloud, so did Jasmine, ‘No, I think of doing other men, more than you think.’ Jasmine blushed and said, ‘Does that make you angry?’ ‘No, it does not doesn’t make me angry.’ While it didn’t exactly make George angry to think of Jasmine with other men, it did make him jealous, but he never said so. He wondered if she had ever followed through. She would still go out of Fridays and "party like it was 1999." I helped out with the chores, but having a nearly grown teen in the house cramped her style a bit.One Friday evening, a cab dropped her off. She was more than a little tipsy. I met her at the door. I helped her navigate to the living room couch, sat with her as she poured out the details of a disastrous date with the bastard she was out with that night. I comforted her as best as possible and one thing lead to another. Next thing I.