“The fuck you say?” I said angrily. “Woman, get me a shirt. I gotta go bust some pre-vert head. God damn, this is gonna be fun!”“You want a ...baseball bat?” Sarah asked. “Last time you busted up your hand.”She had also adopted a redneck accent that probably wasn’t prevalent in Southern California. But it was the same sort of voice I used so it made sense.“Yeah,” I said. “You probably need to drive me. I don’t mind going to jail for killing a child molester but I ain’t getting a DUI, too.”“Let me. Grazing it with your teeth.My areola wasn't spared either. Your tongue swirled around it, biting softly into it as my clit pulsated.I wanted you to feel good too. So I slid my hands to your crotch and grabbed your dick through your trousers – stroking it as my fingers rubbed along the length of your shaft. Watching the effect it had on you.You moaned softly. The quiet sound escaped your lips as you nibbled on my breasts, your cock twitching in my hands as my fingers clenched around the rigid. ‘I can even admit to being the backwoods joke you thought I was, but what you did to me was wrong!’ ‘I never thought you were a joke.’ Katie said quietly. ‘Just our marriage.’ he laughed bitterly. ‘I have to go Alec.’ she said. ‘I need to get home.’ He reached into his pocket and took out a card and handed it to her. ‘I would like to talk to you about our divorce.’ he said looking into her suddenly clouded eyes. ‘I have met someone and I need this’ he gestured between them. ‘to be over.’ She. It was just too thick, and was stretching her mouth, not quite to the point of pain, but definitely filling it up. Scott hit her clit with his tongue, and it cause her to swallow hard on Keith's cock. Feeling that, he started to slip in the tub, and had to catch himself from falling over. At that point, everyone decided to maybe take this in the house. Not wanting to go all the way upstairs, Shawna went over to the couch, and sat down on the edge, leaning back onto the back of the couch. Keith.