He looked at the other guard and signaled with his head, let’s go. They quickly pulled on their clothes and set to leave. “wait” she muttered ...from the floor “don’t leave”. Jesus, she is gagging for it! How wrong could they be. They came back and stood in front of her, within seconds she had their jeans down and was wanking two cocks in front of her. She alternated between sucking and wanking and their knees almost buckled with pleasure. She turned and went back to the pile of boxes where. Her smile and giggled returned when she heard the response."Two or three more will come over when the club is closed!" She moaned a sexual moan, which Yani must have picked up on."Yeah that's no problem at all as my husband will be away all weekend, so my ass and pussy belong to you guys. I told you, I'm your slut now!" She said as she turned her head toward me, looking in me in the eye with a very serious look on her face.Her response and her demeanour were too much for me as I shot quite. Her panties were soaked, I sure hadn't done this that quickly. "You're so fucking wet. Were you grinding up on Tom and getting horny? Were you getting wet at the thought of him fucking you?" She moaned quietly. "Mm. Yes. I just wanted someone to fuck me." I laughed lightly. "And you would have taken anyone, wouldn't you? You just wanted someone to use you and fuck you properly didn't you?" She moaned again. "Yes." "But you didn't let him fuck you. Why was that?" "Because I'm yours." "You're. Find a backwoods mini-market, buy wine and picnic items and snacks, thus sealing the deal for the owner. Piece of cake, no more, thanks. Next time don't buy a whole sponge cake, it doesn't really go all that well with pop wine. Fake ID, hot rod, do wop or the 'Ink spots' playing on the 8-track in a continuous loop. Moderate success getting to first base with Betty Lou. Actually no one is buying the fake Fonzie act or the whole American Graffiti universe- how can high school k**s be nostalgic.