She wouldn't take it, shaking her head and smiling, a rose color replacing the brown in her cheeks. We were passing Justice, the side street where my ...cottage was located."Hold on," Mike said, "I'm going to shut down the engine." I laid the phone on the seat, face down. Custer was coming up on the right.I relayed that information to the woman, telling her that my buddy was on his boat, waiting for me. We were going out to a little-known location to look for blues."My husband was a fisherman,". It may have been an unusual level of agitation in the one I was holding; she was not relaxed. But most likely, it was the fact that my left hand was no longer loosely draped across a sheet, across her stomach; but across her singlet, with the firmness of a nipple I had only dreamed about placed into my palm.A dream?No.I allowed my dark side to feel the electricity in her breast; feel the arousal in her nipple; and imagine her lips, slightly parted, breathing a little more heavily, her desire. They put Sally on her hands and knees and the woman was now tongue fucking her ass and also finger fucking her cunt. Some time the men put the woman in a strap on and had her fuck Sally in the ass as the men got behind the woman and took turns fucking her ass or cunt. Sally had the strap on in her ass as the woman fucked her hard and cocks in her mouth as she sucked them till they came. This went on for several hours and when they left Sally showered and cleaned up and went home as her body was. The fingers that penetrated her cunt, finding it soaking wet...dripping already down the insides of her thighs... were small and soft, but they took her with a distinctly masculine aggression. The thumb pushing on her clit rubbed her roughly, blatantly, without the slightest tenderness.Rough hands, the hands of a workman, took her by the hips and she felt the soft crown of an erect cock press between her cheeks. Another pair of hands, from her front, parted her cheeks and the crown of the cock.