Well, too late for tipsy. We are working on sloshed, more like.I take a piss break. When I come back, Joe has his tongue down Flossie's throat and his... hand is up under her blouse, feeling those big milkers. So I run my hand up her leg and rub her crotch. I can tell by the smell that she is getting plenty hot.The barkeep comes over. "Not in here," he says. "Take her out back."Joe unhooks from Flossie and stands her up. "Where we going?" she says. She is barely able to walk."We're going to the. I clearly remember eyeing it in there this morning as I gotdressed. It didn't take much to work out where it would be however.After walking down the wooden flight of stairs to our basement, I openedthe washing machine. It had recently finished its cycle and after tearingsome wet clothes from the side of its drum, I found it.It felt great to be able to run its splendid material over my handsagain, although I knew that it was nothing compared to the exquisitefeeling of when it was surrounding. ‘Stick your fingers in your pussy bitch, make yourself wet, otherwise this b**st is ramming straight in you, I am fucking you with it whether you are wet or not’ he spat at her.Against her better judgement, Frankie reached down to her clit and started to roll it between her fingers, dipping inside her pussy with her other finger at the same time, this wasn’t right she wasn’t getting wet at all, it was dry as a bone down there, her body finally defying the intruder. ‘Move away bitch I will get. I ignored them all until I could feel just how wet she was. I got off her, just long enough to undo my pants and let them fall to the floor. I could hear muffled cries that might have been “no” but again I ignored them. She was already so wet I could slide in without resistance. Her screams were cut off with a yelp as I went deep in her. I started slow, just enough to get her moaning, then went all out. I thrust as hard and fast as I could from my position. Her eyes were streaming withtears and.