I was a little ways back from everyone as I normally am, and I waved Amy over. When she got there I just started chatting like no big deal, again pret...ty common. I wasn’t doing overt flirting of course but talking more about some good times at Burner last year (they came with about 4 years ago) so I didn’t directly draw a mental link for her. After a few minutes it was about 10:30 and it takes time to even get to the bar so I asked her to watch my beer (that I had been nursing) and I started. My muscles clenched and quivered inside, totally out of my control. He touched me, deep inside, in ways I’d never felt before. I tilted my hips to meet his strong thrusts, bending him inside me and making him push harder and deeper. He tugged my dress down off my shoulders, releasing my breasts. His thrusts grew more frantic as he stopped holding back. I watched the bright, burning, animal lust in his eyes and gave myself up to him completely. He shifted forward over me and drove deeper and. In addition to her trademark dark men’s clothing—a pair of baggy denims and an oversized black hoodie sweatshirt—Charly Meeren also wore a grim and pensive look. She was obviously in deep thought, oblivious to the friendly faces watching her. But not for long. ‘Hiya, Charly!’ she heard in a chorus, and it stopped her dead in her tracks as the glass door slowly closed behind her. She was torn out of her troubled ponderings, and it was anything but a pleasant experience. She blinked in surprise. ” continued Debra. “I wonder what you were thinking.” “Well Debra,” replied Ralph with a slight hesitation in his voice, “To tell you the truth, I think you have a fine ass and I’d love stick my tongue in it and feast on it.” “Oh Ralph,” replied Debra, “You’re such a romantic. To tell the truth, I have huge nipples and I wish you were here 10 minutes ago. I farted a what seemed to be about a 6.3 on the Rickter scale. That’s a base 10 logarithmic local magnitude scale that measures torsion.