’ Willow got up on her knees, and half turned away when she remembered she was topless. Clay pulled her back to him as she worked the jeans down, ki...ssing her and moving his hands to help her. The managed to get the jeans down to her knees. At Clay’s nudge, she lay back and wiggled out the rest of the way. ‘Your turn,’ she told him. He nodded and drew in a breath as her hand drifted across the front of his jeans. He was hard and the movement of her hand over the material led to thoughts of her. As she said to him the first time that she had tasted herself on his lips, "What's good for the goose is good for the gander." After a little while they broke the kiss and she snuggled down into the hollow of his shoulder. He could feel her breasts against him and her leg draped over his own. She murmured something he didn't quite hear as she ran her hand into the patch of red fur on his chest. He kissed her forehead and surrendered to sleep.--------------Ron was gradually pulled into. At Tim's suggestion she had taken on two partners, selling them a minority interest in the now highly-successful business. They both had been long-time employees, one a bartender and the other the cook. They now owned forty-eight percent of the business and would be paying her a substantial monthly sum for the next ten years. She had also negotiated a great deal with Tim and his partners for the purchase of the Shannon Rose, with Tim once again supplying the funds needed to buy out his. What I saw and heard that night could provide a lifetime of stroke material. It seemed like both forever and way too soon before his body tightened up, and he started a low guttural moan. He started slamming harder and harder into that sweet upturned ass making it quake and jiggle. I was surprised to hear her grunts turn into soft chants of “yes” “yes” “fuck me.” It was soft as if she didn’t want me to hear but couldn’t hold it in. Whatever ambivalence she may have harbored had given way to .