Her thong was drenched in her own juice by now. He shifted his cock lower, and she felt it sliding between her legs, against her wet thong, rubbing h...r pussy. Her legs nearly buckled at that. And then, feeling like a whore, she spread her feet. Giving him access. Welcoming his cock. Like a bitch in heat now. She wanted his cock in her.He stoked between her legs a few times, bringing her immense pleasure and a gush of wetness from her pussy. Then his fingers were pulling aside her thong. . If Hardin and me had been fightin for real, I might have been a dead man. He said I think I got you and I said it was close. I told him I'd hate to have to live on the difference. Hardin smiled at me and said we'll have to see some time. He had a strange look in his eyes." Why didn't you admit Hardin won?" A man that lives by his gun has to believe he is the fastest. A man that only thinks he is the best is a dead man. You got to have that edge or you'll be killed for sure. A gun hand has to. I could feel the cold air from the ceiling fan against my thighs and ass, so I knew I was positioned perfectly. As the movie started I could feel him fidgeting and taking peeks at my pretty little panties. I was delighted when he maneuvered himself so that he could have a better view of my lovely charms. I couldn't help myself from maneuvering a bit as well. I curl up into an even tighter position for his viewing pleasure. At snack intermission my boy went straight to the bathroom. I was. His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting warm mint and her. He hooked an arm around her waist and hauled her tight against him. Mindless with jealousy and the need to claim her, it didn’t register on him that she had wrapped her arms around his neck and was responding to his kiss. He simply plundered, took, poured all the conflicting emotion – anger, jealousy, fear, frustration and relief that she was with him – that swirled in his mind into the kiss. French’s own senses were awhirl, Aidan’s.