It would be hours or maybe days before someone reported the old man missing, but the guards at the prison would know we’ve escaped by the time the s...n came up.We ran out gas in Ohio, somewhere outside of Cleveland. It was my turn to dispose of my prison suit; I discarded it into the burning flame. “What now?” I said.“We find a gas station, and we rob it.” Carter said in an arrogant voice.He was still brandishing the gun he had managed to scuffle from the officer back at the prison.“I told you. Anyway back to the story. I was working a site with a crew but we got rained out early in the day so I was home by noon. Thinking I would have the place to myself I headed for my room to strip and take a shower. But to my surprise there was Brit the Bitch coming out of their room in nothing but a towel. Her tits barely covered. Now I did not need to read minds to see she was upset not to have the place to herself. I watched her walk down the hall to the bathroom and heard her thoughts.“Fucking. "I know," she confirmed. "I can feel it." Then she dove back into her efforts with renewed enthusiasm. I removed my hand from her crotch and licked the fingers that had played with abandon among her folds. It gave me an idea. "Come here," I ordered her, lying down on the floor next to the sofa. "Like they were before," I instructed, waving a hand toward my wife and her husband. Jeanine smiled and straddled my head. I wrapped my hands around her thighs and pulled her juicy pussy to my lips as. “Oh my god! Oh my god!” The words burst from Helen’s lips in a rush, every word a little higher pitched than the last. Her next words were loud, drawn out, and quavering. “Fuck me hard!” Mike grunted with every thrust as he did exactly that, pounding her pussy hard. The warm tingle of her approaching climax swelled, and Helen teetered on the edge. She screamed, desperate to come, and then the last of her breath exploded from her in a shrill cry as she burst into orgasm. Helen’s cries of release.