But, unlike the girl, Jerry had not yet realized his mistake as he sloshed around, his head buried in Claire Wedgewood's soaking crotch.She kept him c...lamped in her thighs, determined to cream off before she revealed her true identity. Her ass swung up from the bed and twisted. Her pelvis was jerking, her tummy pumping.His lapper slithered up her cunt and his lips pulled on the unfurled slot. She fucked his face in a frenzy as his tongue stabbed in like a pliable prick.Jerry cupped her under the. Once more. She had drunk far too much, but that was going to help Stuart. He drove to an old wooded area, bringing the car to a slow stop, so as not to waken his passenger, and then took the syringe from the glove box, turning in his seat to face her.She made no move, her eyes still closed, hear breathing steady. He doubted she even felt the needle enter her arm, as Stuart pumped the drug into her. ?Now you are mine, bitch? Stuart spat the words out. As he restarted the car and drove towards. Think about that," Ben shot back.Esther just shook her head. "Anyway, that's all water under the bridge."She stood, reached out and patted Ben on the arm. "Thanks, Ben. I do appreciate your intent. You're a good friend, but I'm now going to head home and try to get in an hour on the treadmill. Now that does make me feel better," she laughed.Ben rose with her and taking her arm escorted her to her car. Pausing while she settled herself behind the wheel, Ben left her with these words. "Esther,. Please don’t stop.” So I didn’t. I cupped and kneaded both of her breasts gently. I loved the feel of them, and the feel of mine pressing into the flesh of her back.Finally though, she let me release them and fall back to the other side of the hot tub.When she turned around and sat, she showed me that naughty, satisfied grin again. “See, that wasn’t so terrible, was it?”“What?” I asked her.“Feeling me up and helping me cum. It wasn’t so bad, now was it?”“Ummm, no. I kind of enjoyed it.” I.