Dale can't stop himself

Dale was sweating, and praying, and a tear fell down his right, unshaven cheek. "Forgive me." he whispered, and slid his thick finger into her. Dani swayed her hips, but her eyes did not move.

Dale grabbed his cock through his jeans as his finger slid in and out of her, over and over. He grinded against his clenched hand until he was painfully erect. Breathing heavily, he opened the door, and walked to her side. When he pulled her door open, she was still completely out of it. Dale gently picked her up, and carried her to the back of the garage where a whiskey-stained cot and a pile of dirty magazines lay. Very, very gently, Dale laid her on the cot. With almost religious reverence, he reached under her skirt, and hooked the waistband of her slinky panties. He held his breath as they slid over her smooth, creamy thighs. When they were off, he laid them as carefully as a babe beside her.

Dale took three deep breaths, and unzipped his pants. His throbbing hard dick sprang out. He pushed her knee to the side, and could hear the liquid suction of her lips parting...