She was heaving and doing her best to catch her breath as the post-orgasm feeling rode her body now clinging to the pole so as not to fall off. Her dr...nken and exhausted arms failed her, and she fell off down on the grass.“Fuck. Thank you, Mr. Pole, that was amazing.” She grinned at her own joke. Unsteadily she got up to a kneeling position, leaning a bit on her knees against the pole as the world stopped spinning. She grabbed her bottle that was now almost empty due to spilling and got on her. Oh, such wine!Lynn had never tasted wine like this. It had to be homemade. A deep rose color. A little bubbly. And tasty. Lynn smacked her lips after each sip. And potent. The first sip had made her giggle. The alcohol had shot directly to her brain. And now she'd been sitting here for what seemed like hours, sipping and giggling and sipping more. The boys had left her a half gallon of the stuff in a glass jug, and she'd sipped down more than a quart. The wine made her terribly thirsty, and she. She unzipped my pants. Pulled it down and removed my penis. I was so hard again, I pressed it between her ass cheeks and started licking and biting on her back. Right from the top, I went all the way to the bottom. I was leaving marks all over her back, along with the center. We were both so lost, she kept screaming “fuck me, fuck me hard. I am your slut tonight.”All her screaming was making me hornier. But I was not going to fuck her just yet. I undid her bra and turned her around. I held her. The senselessness of Bruce’s death weighed on her making it absolutely difficult if not almost impossible for her to move on. It turned out that Connie’s catharsis for her grief occurred when she appeared in court at Spencer’s trial. About a month after Connie’s recovery the DA’s office contacted her for an interview. The prosecutor suggested that her testimony at trial should not be contentious. The remaining evidence was damning enough that Spencer would surely be convicted even without her.