"I grinned, thinking of finally having his cock inside of me. "Yeah, let's go home."On the way home, he again had me lay back and put a leg up on the ...dashboard, but this time he instructed me to sit on my hands as I had in the club. All the way back, he toyed with me, one hand on the steering wheel. Occasionally he would dip a finger into my pussy and then put his hand to my mouth to have me lick my own juices from it. Sometimes he would push the base of the plug, driving it just a little. Climbing together, they battled in the air in a twirling and furious dance. Charlinda launched fireballs randomly as they fought for control.“Look!” cried Jim. “He’s mounting her!”And he was. In the firelight they saw Buster taking the dragon in mid-flight for all she was worth. Both Charlinda and Buster crashed to the ground and disappeared in a sheet of flame, less than two hundred yards from the Piss and Whistle. Roars and shrieks resounded as the two mated furiously, the occasional fireball. Wanting to know what it smelled like, I sprayed some on my wrist. Whew, it was really strong. Not that it smelled bad; it was just highly concentrated. Playing it safe, I sprayed a couple of squirts on a paper towel and rubbed it around my neck. Even that little bit seemed a lot to me and, I remember wondering to myself whether I had overdone it.I then went into my living-room, sat down in my favorite chair, picked up my laptop, and tried to kill what time I had to wait by looking at my. “Can I borrow your phone? I better call a taxi.”I did not want her to go. “You asked why I did not interrupt you,” I blurted out. “Because I enjoyed it, I enjoyed watching you and Mark, but mainly you.”Her eyes widened and she mouthed a silent “Oh!”My heart was hammering painfully, I could feel a vein in my throat pulsing, she must be able to see it. Maybe it was the wine talking, or maybe it had been two months since I had known any touch but my own. “Do you still feel that way about me?” My.