.give me that rag, let me wipe this shit off my dick...' I steadied my self against the tree as he reached out and snatched the cloth from my grasp, I... stood there panting as I tried to catch my breath. I watched as he tenderly wiped the mixed spunk from his flaccid penis and wickedly smiled at me. I watched helplessly as he reached down and picked up my short pants and started to take steps backwards. I gasped '...wait those are mine...' He laughed as he turned and said '...I'll leave them at. She kissed my clit. And then without a warning she directed strong stream of hot water right at my pussy. Oh. My. God. I was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why the fuck haven't I ever try that one before? It was completely stunning. I moaned loudly. Kate looked at me. "You cool, peach?" She asked, still with that grin. "It's not too much is it? The water isn't too hot? Pressure isn't too much?" She was certainly having fun. She was watching me, unable to move, immobilized with pleasure. My. "Good answer! Beer it is!" she replied.She returned with plates, flatware, and two beers already opened. "Cheers!" she said as we clinked bottles. We never really watched what was on TV. We sat and ate and talked about "stuff". We traded stories about childhood, family, work, and life in general. Before I knew it we were about 6 beers and 4 hours into the evening. "Wow, it's getting late," I said. "And I'm sure you have to work tomorrow." "Tomorrow is my day off, so that makes it still early,. Her own pussy clenched as she stifled a gasp and she ducked her head back down instantly. He was FUCKING her! Right there in the store!Beth Ann found she was panting, her breasts heaving like she'd run a mile. How could he do that right here in the store? And why would Sandra let him do that at all?Maybe he was raping her! Maybe she needed help!Beth Ann peeked back over the edge of the floor. Sandra was making noise ... moaning ... was that pain? Beth Ann examined the way Sandra was lying. Her.