Lorraine was dragged with me and the young guy’s cock was jerked rudely from her cunt; just at the point of orgasm he shot ropes of viscous cum all ...ver her right shoulder, a couple of jets hitting me full in the face. I liked some from my lips and using my hand scooped the remainder into my mouth reveling in its tangy sweetness.”Wow”, was the only sound I was able to articulate, my legs still shaking with the ferocity of my orgasm.We were all comatose for what seemed like ages. Finally the old. .. and he snickered. He shuffled up to the young girl at the register and smiled, not a 'hey, I'm a stoner' smile, a warm friendly smile, and in response, the girl behind the counter changed her expression of artificial congeniality to sincere warmth. Her young eyes sparkled. What beautiful eyes, Tony thought. He briefly wondered how old she was, and for some reason, wondered what her life was like. His voice flowed flawlessly. He felt as if his voice were on auto-pilot. His mind disengaged as. Having grown up in a culture that emphasized chivalry, treating her with gentle firmness came naturally. As it became clear she didn’t mind, I would even slide my arm around her waist to change our places as we walked. This was the beginning of the guilt for me. My flirtations had moved from verbal and very brief to more prolonged and physical, however seemingly innocent, my heart and conscience knew I wouldn’t be content with that small contact. Chapter 2: Chris’s Point of View — Oops, that. I know he was remembering that one thing even more delicious from the way he was looking at me, that glint in his eyes. It was the reason he’d suggested the ice cream, to be sure I’d remember.And the way he licked his lips after every bite, he was savoring ‘not’ the ice cream.Then it was gone. I had to get out of there. Away from Alan Ryder. It was almost like my life was at stake. We stood, ready to go, my heart pounding. And my husband, my stupid, clueless husband, “You have to stay here? We.