On the way back to the hotel, McDonnough surprised me. “They seemed to take to you, Mr. Weaver.” he said, out of the blue.“Oh? I guess I hadn’...t noticed. I don’t think I said more than thirty words all night.”“Well, that’s just the way of ‘em. If they hadn’t thought you were okay, they would have either tossed you out or given you another smile.” he said with a wide grin, drawing his finger across his throat to illustrate.“Ah.” I said, wondering if the Browning in my belt would have made things. ..I bet she's got the tightest little pussy!" She felt his body shudder at the thought of another man fucking his wife. "You like that don't you?", asked Nicole, pulling him towards the bed, "Maybe we could all play together? Does she like it up the ass? Perhaps I could eat it out before you fucked it." Nick started stabbing his finger into her pussy harder. Nicole could see the powerful effect her wanton suggestions were having on him. "And Simon...", she continued, rubbing his cock through. Ooops, did I say "girl"? I meant "woman", of course. She's nineteen or twenty, although with slim hips and small breasts; I'll bet with her hair in pigtails and the right clothes, she could pass for fourteen.Watching Rachel and Ariana together was amazingly erotic; they were so obviously in love, so obviously fascinated by each other, so obviously hot for each other. Every so often as we all talked, they would suddenly catch each other's eyes, stop talking, just stare at each other for long. They were digging up the road, replacing bad pipe with new pipe. They had been there for a few days and I could tell by the way they watched me when I went out jogging in my skimpy shorts and jogging bra that they liked me. They didn't speak much English because they were all recent Portugese immigrants, but I figured we didn't need a long conversation to have some fun. I looked out at those yummy men and thought, "why am I using a candle when I could have the real thing?" So I waited for.