.." A drink, damn it! Can't I have a drink in my own fucking house?"Melanie cringed from his yelling voice, turning around so that he couldn't see the... tears forming in her eyes again. The evening was ruined. Their last few moments together, and it was ending in bitter and hateful quarreling. She took off her coat slowly, and then almost fearfully, she said timidly, "Are... Are you coming to bed, Tim?" Damned right I am, baby," he grinned with drunken lewdness at her. "Soon as I pour myself a. It was not a fan with a bad bearing, or a bird sitting on the air vent outside chirping. It Sylvia and Peter screwing in my bed.Since they didn't seem to notice me, I leaned against the corner of the bathroom pod and watched. They were looking out the window at the traffic. Well they would have been, if they had their eyes open.Sylvia was on her hands and knees. Peter was on his knees while leaning against Sylvia. He was also pumping his penis in and out of her. At least that answered my. We climbed into Manser's old Land-Rover and as soon as the thugs had placed their leaders lifeless body on the tailboard we set off, initially at below walking speed the old machine ticking like sewing machine in its low range low gear as we crossed the boulder strewn track. The track led to a fork Manser shouted "Right" and we set off towards the river. The Thugs jogged along in front of us, Manser keeping scant inches behind their flashing heels, the thugs aimless lifestyle took its toll,. Then I move down to your belly button. Circling it with my tongue. I then move lower. Quickly licking the head of your cock. You want to cum right then but you know if you do I will punish you. So you hold back. Knowing there is more pleasure to come. I grab the base of your cock and pull up and down. Then I let go. You feel a finger on your lips and smell my pussy on it. I run it across both of them. ‘lick your lips’ You do. You again feel my finger on your lips. ‘suck on my finger’ You do. I.