FRANK: "Does the cook who made you that onion sandwich own that combination gas station & greasy spoon up the road a piece? I stopped there and had an... onion sandwich just an hour ago. He can't cook, but, his wife is a blonde bombshell even though I detest war." The old man leans forward & passes gas into the ozone. Nora confirms it's him & not Frank by 50 some years of experience.FRANK: "By the by, do you have a water closet, handy, real handy, I'm overdue?"NORA: "Yes, it's called the Bay of. She had asked him to masturbate while she watched.Pre-cum was slinging everywhere. Long strings hanging from the swollen helmet head of his cock flew in circles as they broke loose, and she thrilled every time one of them landed on her breasts or her stomach, or---oh Jesus---on her face.She drank in the image of it all, loving the way his big arms were flexed and his balls were flying forward and back as he stroked himself for her pleasure.He growled, leaned toward her, and she watched the. Not quite sure what to make of it, I said nothing. We were at the hotel so Bud called the waiter over and took care of the check while the rest of us stood. Manuel playfully smacked my ass and gave me a naughty wink. I smiled back wondering what they had in mind. I brushed up against Manuel and was startled to feel such a large bulge in his pants. Bud turned around, apparently not noticing and told Manuel and Mary that we would see them tomorrow. "I have something that needs attention and it. . All of those things did what a simple ass fucking would never do alone. Pushing a hand underneath me, I began to finger my pussy in time with Jason's thrusts. It was knowing that I was powerless to prevent Jason from using my body any way he wanted that made my fingers move over my clit and in my hole. That made my grool stream out of my pussy until slit and fingers were sloppy with my cum and a wet spot had formed under my hand. That pushed me quickly to my orgasm... At times squeaking as I.