That’s what we would expect. But something very unexpected is happening. They aren’t fucking. They aren’t in foreplay. They aren’t teasing.... They are doing nothing sexual at all. They are, in fact, working hard. Sonia is in full stretch mode, at the moment she’s in a split, with her legs splayed out on the floor at nearly 180 degrees, and her cunt is fully in contact with the floor. I know she used to be a gymnast, and I know she’s capable of some incredibly athletic positions, but this. I told them that the only shower was in the basement hanging from the floor joists over the floor drain. Jack said that they had seen worse on baseball trips. It would be fine.By now, it was eleven. I showed them the guest room, got them an extra comforter and towels. I explained that I showered at night and excused myself to go upstairs. I worried about the trip to and from the shower. I knew that I would spend the time rock hard with those two in the house. They said that they would. Right under the head was a spot she knew he liked to have licked, a very sensitive spot. A few swipes with her tongue had Eric moaning with pleasure.Eric's low moaning brought her her own enjoyment, the knowledge that she was making her man happy."OH, Love," he whispered, "I love you so much." He let her do her magic with her lips, feeling their softness sliding up and down his prick. Hr became more vocal when every so often her lips went almost to the base of his prick letting its head slide. This here's a respectable town. We don't allow no damn Indians on the streets and we damn sure don't allow them to go into our café's like they was regular folks. You and your squaw just get on outta town afore I have ta teach ya some manners now. Ya hear?"Sam felt Dove tense up and start to turn from the café. He gently but firmly held onto her arm. He turned to the man and glared at him then said, "I think you've let the alcohol overload your common sense son. I'll assume you're drunk and.