Fuck me, boy."He nudged forward and poked his pecker up between her legs and she wiggled herself a little and pressed up to meet the point of it and p...t it to the hole. And then with hardly any trouble at all he slipped into the opening of her spread cunt and drove all the way home,"Go, boy--go!" she hollered out, and he started humping away like crazy.I had to pinch myself, I swear. There I sat actually watching a decent respectable woman in twentieth century America-- my best friend in the. Like yesterday, when you asked Ralph if he had cleared his invitation with Helen.'"I needed to be certain, that's all. I couldn't say I'd go until I knew it was a valid invitation. I'll probably call her tonight to see what I should bring and sort of break the ice.'"That's just what I mean, Sara. You think about these things ... And then, Jerry told us about how he met you one night in the supermarket, and how at first he didn't tell Bev about you. He tried for a long time to keep you two. Then, he felt the pressure against his cock release as she shifted her body which removed her pussy from touching his cock. He looked down at his cock, fully expecting her to get off the bench and use her mouth to finally give him release.He was surprised to find her still straddling his body, but she had taken her left leg and planted her foot on the bench at his side. As she reached between her legs, he watched as she put a finger through her hose at the seam that ran below her pussy. He. Walking up to us was a security guard. He had a quizzical smile on his face, and I am not sure hotel security was all he had on his mind at that very moment. He looked a little nervous. I think Cindy sensed this right away, because out of the corner of my eye I saw her stiffen at first, then she relaxed. I think she realized that she could handle this situation. After all, he was a man, and she had a way of dealing with men. "Uh, excuse me Miss, about the towel, I'm afraid you can't be.