“Where's the Coke?” I asked. “You don’t have any,” she handed me a whiskey. We held the glasses high, toasted the lousy weather then tipped back and swallowed the drinks at the same time. I caught my breath and tried hard not to cough while her face turned red and her eyes watered. “Shit,” she said, “why does the first always burn?” The second shot toasted the absent Chloe then Amber Hardcore and I spent the next hour or so in aimless conversation while sipping girl various brands of spirits. My head was beginning to rock on my neck, her speech was getting blurry. Gradually our conversation became more specific, I started talking about the days I dated my wife, she returned with anecdotes about her new boyfriend. “You screw him yet?” “Harrison? No, I've only been seeing him for three weeks, I haven’t decided if he is worth the trouble of letting into my pants yet. How about Chloe, you screw her yet?” “What the hell kind of invasive question is that, you report for Perv TV? I would think that’s a question you should ask her.” Amber tipped the rum bottle to her lips; the shot glass innocent was ignored as she took a sip. She handed me the bottle and I matched her move. “I already know her answer to that, she loves to fuck you, at least that's what she says.” “She tell you what she likes, how I keep her coming back for more?” “Yeah, she drops some pretty deive hints once in a while, usually after a few hits of pot. She says she likes to get stoned then screw you.” The steady flow of alcohol and the presence of a pretty twenty-something woman were loosening my head, my tongue and my morals, “What about you, ever get curious and want to try what she is enjoying?” Amber stopped talking, she stopped moving as she stared at me, I could see her mind working, her eyes began to crinkle with mirth “Well, I don't know. I never dated you seriously and usually that's what it takes to get me into a bed, several dates and a lot of attention. We only had a couple of dates and that was eight years ago, and we don’t pay that kind of attention to each other.” “Are those etched in stone rules? A lot of dating and stuff?” Amber rocked back on her chair, she was pussy a little unsteady but her eyes crystallized on mine, “Hmm, maybe not today.” I asked her bluntly “You want to get it on?” “Uh, hello. You're married” she reminded me needlessly but with amateur a hint of flirt. “Then you can be assured I have experience.” She looked around as if to make sure we were alone, I could see the alcohol soaked thoughts tumbling in her eyes then she answered “But you have to use something.” He started fingering me. I could still feel the feeling of his cum inside me, and I pushed back girl against his fingers, moaning more. Her hands had also made way inside his underwear. I assured innocent them that this was just the beginning. He unhooked my bra from the front and grabbed both of my breast squeezing and twisting my nipples. With great effort, she raised her head to look down over her body to Sombra, but the sight that awaited her amateur set ice to run through her veins. Whatever you want or need to make everyone comfortable, we’ll supply it.” Even now..." “Everyone here is clean.” He handed her a drink produced seemingly from nowhere and she let the liquid flow into her. "This is enough for today." Add to that his 6' 1" height, and his large powder blue eyes, framed by his dark brown hair, and you've pretty much got "God's gift to womankind". No!” She begs in vain. 10 It’s hard to believe so many years slipped by that quickly pussy while my wife was nagging at me to leave you girls to your princess games and not disturb Hardcore you. She surrendered to everything she was feeling.