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"I....um....Rachel....I...." Layla washaving difficulty findingher thoughts.

Shehad me ata decided disadvantageand she wasstanding between meand the dryingroom where mytowel hung ona hook. WhileSandy was quitecomfortable with hernudity, I hada decidedly moremodest nature. WhileI was notashamed of mybody, I couldnever be ascomfortable having aconversation in thenude as Sandycould.

She movedacross my bodyand straddled me,her mouth stillattaching mine. Icould feel herthighs around mycock and hertits burning intomy chest. Shewas rubbing herpussy on mycock, dry fuckingme.I could feelher hand aroundthe shaft, theywere moving upand down. Shepulled her assoff me andstraddled my cock.I could feelthe head ofmy cock massagedin warm velvetlike tunnel. Damn,it felt sogood, I reachedup and grabbedher hips andpulled her downall the wayon my engorgedmember. She slidup and downmy cock, whileour mouths werestill locked intongue wrestling. Sherode my cockfor about fiveminutes and thenshe lifted offof it andstarted sucking me.The next thingI new herpussy lips werein my mouth.I kissed themlicking her clitand sucking onit very tenderly.I could feelher starting tocum. Oh baby;she was cuminghard, pushing hercunt hard intomy face. Iwas struggling toget my breath;but she justkept on cumingand cuming. Whenshe finally stoppedcuming she smiledand rolled off.

My eyes openedwith a snapand as Istared at theceiling, memories oflast night slowlyreturned.

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I looked ather and wesmiled together.

Theircar stopped attraffic lights, andI moved alongside,peering in frantically,trying to geta better look.There was nodanger of anyof the car'soccupants spotting me,as they weretotally engrossed intheir sordid littledisplay. My wife'sdress had beenpulled down beneathher chest, andher tits liftedfrom the constraintof the bra.Ted was suckingrelentless on onenipple while twistingthe other withhis fingers, thenalternating his attentionsto other tit.Even from adistance, I couldsee how arousedmy wife's sensitivenipples had becomefrom his efforts,engorged and darkpink, filled withblood. Rob wasstill tonguing hermouth brutally, hishand up herdress, pleasuring herpussy. My wifewas being completelymauled by thesetwo strangers, andshe looked likeshe was enjoyingevery second! AsI drove pastthe car, Icaught a glimpseof her hand,jerking frantically atRob's impressive cock.

"What the hellis this?" Iasked, as Iheld the pinkskimpy material inmy hand.

Aminute of silencefollowed and Iwished she wouldhurry up beforeI lost controlof myself. "Ithink we shouldget up nowsweetie".

Barb andI met alittle over elevenyears ago. Iwas thirty-one yearsold. Barb wasan incoming freshmanat a localprivate university andI owned thecollege hangout. Istill remember thefirst time Ilaid eye's onher. A beautifulgirl,tall and thin,five-five, with longathletic legs. Barb'sbreasts were morethan a handfulwith prominent nipplespoking out throughher t-shirt. Barb'sbrown hair waslong and herbrown eye's sparkled,almost black. Completelycaptivated, I fellfor her themoment we spoke.I guess owningthe bar wasa big plus,Barb was impressionableand we hitit off immediately.Still, it wouldbe another twomonths before wemake love.

Asyou probably know,this is acontinuation of myother story HorsingAround, but beforeyou run toread that story,I want youto read nextfew paragraphs first.Let me setthe stage foryou and thenI'll tell youwhen it isappropriate to go.I didn't havethe chance todo that forthose readers whosuffered through---or enjoyed---thatsubmission, so Iwant to makesure you knowwhat you aregetting yourself into.

I reallymeant it atthe time.

He stood upand bit hernipple before grabbingher by thehair. He couldn'tunderstand why hehad become soaggressive but hewasn't in controlany more either.

"Let Eddiehave a turn,he looks reallyclose!" I gasped.

We paid exactlyten dollars forthe book, cutout the drawingand tossed therest of thebook into thetrash because ithad a nastysmell to itand we werea bit waryof it. However,the drawing hadno scent, andwe framed itand put iton the wallopposite the footof the bed.

Sara Wood juststood in EdMcCarley's hands, mute.

Thirteen yearslater, my bootmakes a slightcorrection to avoida skull asI make myway to thestill-decent pavement ofPortage Avenue.

"Mmmm-hmmmmm?" my husbandreplied.

Abby said,"I guess itwill be goodto have thatout of theway. I hopeyour promotion turnsout to beworth the cost."