‘I’m heading out early tomorrow to move the cattle.’ Mrs. Waterman nodded. ‘Alright, you get off to bed. And do yourself a favor and take a sh...wer first,’ she teased him. His eyes locked with mine one more time before he turned and walked toward the door. It was for no more than a half-second, but it was enough to further burn the image of his gaze in my mind for the rest of the night. After he walked away, Mrs. Waterman started talking about him. ‘Tripp’s like a son to Jack and I. His folks. I wantyou to have as much fun as you want tonight. I'm definitely going toenjoy myself. I've had some with John, and I expect I'm going to havesome with Cindy here shortly. I certainly hope you take advantage ofwhat's available, and I want you to know that whatever happens tonight,you'll still be my girlfriend in the morning. If everyone here decidedto just have sex with you for the rest of the night, I'd be horny ashell, but you'd have nothing to feel guilty about. And I hope you're onthe same. He was swimming now in the latex knickers. The scotch, though it had been excellent, was now making him sweat, this conversation was making him sweat, and the fantastic, delicious appearance of Mayhem herself was making him sweat. He felt almost ready to faint from heat, stress, and simple, unrelieved lust. The music had changed to a current rock tune, and he refrained from picking up the pace. He noticed that while Mayhem's stilletto heeled boots were definitely not made for dancing, she. He had one of her nipples in each hand, pulling them up and down, stretching them both to the point where she was being lifted on and off the ground.Hank was between her spread legs. He had his whole hand shoved up into Chloe’s pussy and was plunging in and out as fast and as deep as he could.With the thud of the rifle butt against Steve’s head, Hank and Pete stopped and looked up at the newcomers. Chloe dropped to the ground with a thud as Pete let go of her, but it took a few seconds for Hank.