As whichever one of them was currently inside of her tried to drag her hips back up to him one-handed, desperate not to lose track of the game either....It was Mark, his floppy blonde hair dancing a little as he tried to regulate his thrusts. Stacy loved to watch as their faces changed, always so determined to last as long as possible when fucking her. Maintaining the illusion that they were such experienced and mature men-about-town that having their own personal fuck-toy was just natural. Till. " Fred stopped not because of any desire to follow Alice's command but because he was too busy guzzling down the ginger ale for on his planet (yes you've guessed it) ginger ale was the highest of octane alcohol that could be bought. In fact in most places it had been banned so no one could actually buy it anymore. But it was still available if you knew where to go. It had a very quick and startling affect on Fred. His eyes bugged out from his head on long stalks, his mouth sucked inwards, his. When he was done he calculated the total, telling us that we’d brought in 25,600 ounces worth a total of $307,200 at $12 an ounce. We both nodded our concurrence with his figures.“How do you want the money?” he asked, now fully back in his banker’s role.“Put $30,000 in the Estancia account, and the remainder in our personal account,” I replied.He nodded and asked if we were going to take any with us and I told him there was no need this trip. As we were leaving the bank he asked us what our. He felt the wetness immediately. Almost instinctively, he dropped to his knees and pushed the hem of her dress up. He could see the wetness of the crotch; he could smell the musky aroma. His mouth pressed against her and he began feverishly licking her. Through the silk material he could still taste them; it was no barrier. Julie reached down and took the hem of her skirt from his hands in one hand and with the other she pulled the crotch of her panties to one side. “Enjoy darling,” she told.