"What are we going to do about you?" I have plenty of suggestions." I reached down to cup, then caress, one preposterous breast."I'll bet you do, but ...I hope some breakfast is near the top of the list."That could be arranged, too.Clad in matching hooded gray rain ponchos - a neighborhood discount store had offered them at $4 each a year before, so I'd bought five - we strolled south, down Third Avenue, in the drizzle. The nasty weather meant we largely had the sidewalk to ourselves. At the door. I pull my hand away. "Im sorry baby, but see? Its already dulling off to pleasure." I can see it in her face, and the way her hips are starting to rock against me that I'm right.I start to slowly thrust. Her face cannot hide her pleasure. She wraps her legs around me pulling me deeper. "Y-yes Ke-Kerberos..make love...to me..." she moans as I gently rock within her.I put my hands on her breasts pinching her nipples. I start to rock faster, pumping my cock til I go as fast as I can.I feel her. They sat like that for a few minutes until Emma took matters in hand and pulled his hand to where it need to be. He rubbed her until his dick was about to break.Rob unbuckled his belt and jeans and unzipped them so he could rearrange his equipment. Emma watched all this with interest. Grabbing the waistband of his jockeys she pulled everything down until his clothes were pooled around his ankles on the floor of the tractor.She stared at his dick waving in the breeze, throbbing like it was. ”He turned and returned to the table in the room.I followed him in and stopped when I saw another man. I had never met Roger Stone in person, but considering why we were all there, I couldn’t think of anyone else it could be. Roger had well cut sandy blond hair, striking blue eyes, and chiseled features. He smiled and I could see why people would instantly like him. He wasn’t just handsome, he was devastatingly so. It made me hate him all that much more.Bullington waved at Roger. “Mr. Connors,.