I took my time and as I began working it in and out, but in all honesty it was actually pretty easy to get my finger in all the way to the knuckle. Th...ere was just a little more of reaction when I started sliding my middle finger up her ass too. I distracted and steadied Tori with my other hand, my thumb was in her pussy and my fingers grasped her mound, squeezing against her clit. Between the attentions her pussy was getting and the way Tori was responding to my fingers, I thought she was. It was out of Cal’s hands.Roxie was getting ready for the lunch-hour rush. She was wiping tables and refilling catsup bottles when she saw George Lambe waiting at the light across the street. He always sat at the lunch counter whenever he came in. Roxie dropped what she was doing and positioned herself there.She didn’t see George in the diner very often but she enjoyed it when she did. Besides being a good tipper, even at the counter, Roxie liked him. He wasn’t like the other politicians who. ”“Owen loves you,” he says. He lets go of my wrists and we stare at each other for several seconds, neither of us saying a word.“You can’t stop,” I say.“I have to.”“You can’t.”“Quinnie, listen--”“I love you, James. I love you.” The words spill out of me and I fucking mean them. “I don’t love him. I love you. And I need you. Please, James. Please don’t stop. Please.”He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.“Fuck.”Before I know it, he’s already moved my panties aside and shoved himself inside. It was as if it didn't happen, we talked about getting some sleep then finally decided it would be okay to go back to the car and crash. We were naked, carrying our clothes as I followed her down the path and the swing of her hips, the slight bonce of her ass energized me again. When we got to the car Birdie opened the door to get in but I said to her “lay over the seat girl, I've got something for you.” She took a long lusty look at my erection, smiled with delight then bent over the seat,.