How were your nights alone? I made us lots of money.”Despite it being a Saturday night, they went nowhere. She fixed the salads and he grilled steak... with potatoes on the grill.Les sat down to a tasteless (to him) dinner and thought, “Status quo ante bellum.” ("The state existing before the war.") He was a linguist at heart.Carolyn opened a new topic with, “You remember Johnny from the company party?”“No,” was his monosyllabic response.She soldiered on, “He and his wife are having a cookout. Then I could hear another woman moaning loudly as there was the obvious pounding sound from another booth nearby.“Would you like to fuck my pussy?” I asked to the man on the other side.“I don’t have a rubber, is bareback alright for you, babe?” He whispered.I really did not care. I stood up and backed my pussy to the wall. I positioned the head at my opening and pushed back onto the cock. I felt that hard dick slide into my wet horny pussy. We seemed to not care how much noise we made as he and. On Halloween and just as I was about to pull past a dingy black and heavily loaded tractor trailer on the right on a city street, the right front wheel of the sparkling orange, modern tractor broke away in front of me. Though I hit my brakes hard, the truck driver didn’t. Seems he knew from experience not to do that. How did I know? Until I solved it, I had the same experience on my sports car —about forty times.After passing the truck, yet watching the wheel’s path, I stopped to help. The. I agree." I folded my arms over my chest, mocking Billy's stance. "Frankly I don't want to be here alone." Alright. I'm getting my tools and taking down that contraption they built." Billy headed outside."Why bother, they'll just make another one." Eddie said sitting down on the bench seat without it's cushion."Slow em down maybe? I don't care, I want it down too." I said sitting next to Eddie. "How are you doing?" With all this?" Eddie gestured with his hand, then shrugged. "Not my cup of tea,.