"I don't need anything more except for a cup of strong coffee." This is far better than coffee, honey," laughed one of the men. "It's cocaine."Chris d...rew in her breath. "Oh no," she gasped. "I've had enough."Sandy squeezed her shoulder affectionately. "Chris, it's not hard stuff. In fact, it's not addictive at all. It'll make you feel a lot better, clear your head. It's really good for making you think clearly. Go ahead, just sniff it up your nose and hold it, and don't sneeze, it you can help. I rolled to my back and placed my hands behind my head. I felt her moving on the bed. My cock was bouncing at attention ready to feel her warm mouth. Our sex life was not bad, but it had been pretty predictable, I guess. So already knowing the routine I was overly excited for step two, my blowjob, and then sex.As I was trying to figure out what sexual positions we would do tonight I felt her straddle my stomach, and then I felt her hands on my wrists. She pulled my arms down to my side and then. I initially gestured Marie over to one of our usual couches, but she shook her head and waved toward the door, holding up two lids for our paper coffee cups. It wasn't uncommon for us to take our morning brew on the road and find somewhere less crowded to chat; Marie always seemed more at ease away from other people.I followed her outside, across the porch, and then down onto the main trail. We walked slowly, taking sips of our coffee and being careful not to spill them. When she started. I was now overwhelmed with lust.I kissed her plump red lips and felt her soaking wet cunt. She claimed she was sore; not from the cocks that had fucked her; but from the naughty fingers that had been fingering her so hard…Ana was still wet. I had no choice. I was overwhelmed now by the situation. I bent her over for the fourth time that night and fucked her hard right there in this darkened alley. Some people looked into the alley and saw what we were doing as they passed by. This added more.