He was exhausted, had fallen asleep, snoring. John was driving. I looked over at him from the passenger’s seat, rubbed my fingers over my shirt. ...He took the cue, unbuckled his pants and quietly unzipped, pulled it out of his pants, all while driving. I smiled at him and licked my hand, reached over and rubbed my saliva over it. He took over stroking it while I watched and periodically again wet it with my hand. Our friend remained asleep, oblivious to me helping him do it by providing. Fully on the defensive now, Stan said, "She's very attractive, you know. I am allowed some lapses into fantasy!"The two friends shared a laugh. However, Elizabeth worried inside. Denise should have been on his mind, not Anne — Denise would be upset if she knew. Well, Elizabeth wouldn't be the one to tell her, not yet anyway — after all, Stan was right, a simple fantasy meant nothing.The following Wednesday, it was Stan's turn to drive. That afternoon, Denise asked if they could go for a meal. This glassful was brought to me, "you must be thirsty after all that, drink this" the women said, I hesitated for a second, a sharp slap across the face, and a belt across the ass soon changed that. I put it to my lips and drank it down, licking my lips at the end and saying that wasn't to bad. Now who wants to fuck me some more? "What a dirty fucking slut she is" a woman shouted out, "Yes, a real fucking cunt" another said. I shouted out, "Yes I am a dirty cum loving slut, who loves to fuck. Jen, get real, you have an ideal life." Okay, you're right, but it's not exactly normal. I mean, getting picked up in bars while your husband watches is not exactly every girl's childhood dream." That depends on the girl."Jen scowled. "Are you going to help me or not?" Help you do what? I don't understand the problem. Jen, if you don't want to play any more of Michael's games, just stop. It's your body, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do." It's not that easy." Why?" Jen didn't.
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