Oh, how wonderful she had felt! Yet why couldn't it have been someone nice, a boy like Sam who loved her, and who treated her with tenderness and was ...gentle with sex, instead of that violence, with its ugly words, its revolting bestial overtones, like she was an animal there to be fucked and nothing more? Yet she had to admit she enjoyed it. There was something perverse in her nature, she decided, that wanted to be treated roughly, to be physically manhandled and taken bodily without regard to. The bartender helped pull down her sweater. The chick on the other side of Gary, who had also flashed the bartender, was staring, open-mouthed, at Kelly.Kelly eventually came around and sat up. The guy pulled his hand out of her pants and wiped his very wet hand on his jeans. Kelly zipped up her pants.His buddy thanked Kelly and Gary for the fun and then took off. Gary retook his barstool. We drank another beer as we gave Kelly more time to recover. She explained that when we leave, I would. I started to feel a strange sexiness, the position of squatting, with my bare ass to the elements, I could imagine squatting like I would do to a boyfriend, just before pushing down on his cock, made my pussy pulse, the hot stream of piss gushing out over my twitching pussy lips just amplified the feeling. I went with it, and slipped two fingers down, my fingers rubbing my piss wet lips, feeling them get slippery with my other juices joining them. I just kept rubbing, and rubbing, wildly turned. Momentarily Ami moved away from his kiss and stared at me, with a surprised look on her face, but my dad placed his hand behind her head and redirected her lips to his and they continued. BUT, I guess he did not want to disappoint me, so with his other hand . . . he decided to open up and slowly move from her shoulder to her chest and finally, his hand had covered her young breast. Ami moaned as he fondled and gently squeezed her titties. I was.