Ooh my... I was out of words when she sat down. We got on different sites, and my cock was a pain, and soon she askedif she will be the only one naked...in here? I stood up and dropped my pants, and my cock pooped out. She looked but didn't say anything.After half an hour her drink was empty and she went for another one.I noticed she was drunk already, and 15 minutes later the next drink was empty..Now she was really drunk, and I asked her if she was angry for what happend by the lake. No, im not. That lasted for a few strokes and pokes in them both, but then I knew that I had to come soon. I wanted to leave them frustrated enough to take care of the other so I simply pulled out.When they looked at me I said, “Get into a sixty-nine and put on a really nice show for me. The winner get this.” Then I grabbed onto my hard cock and gave it a couple of light easy strokes, not enough to cause me to cum.My wife spun around and landed perfectly on top of her sister. I watched her tits squish out. He was pretty particular about that, she had learned, and she knew he considered her to be out of shape – even though she'd been exercising with Ben and Sandy in the mornings in the hotel before she moved out to live with the Gunny. She figured the exercise was easy enough to do, though the reminders – like now – caught up to her from time to time.Panting, she studied the Gunny's change jar. One of the old ten-gallon milk jugs, about three feet tall, it had loop handles and a tapered neck. It. And then I found the point where the dashing young man forced a kiss on her.She resisted, he persisted. He pressed further, touching her all over her body, pushing her down onto bed, partially stripping her and then... Oh, My God!The things those books talked about! There were men taking women, not gently "making love" but taking them, forcing themselves on women who wanted it but couldn't allow themselves to want it.These men drove women to passion that my ten-year-old self could only begin to.