To get a drink.

'Where are you taking us?' Said the real Holly, in the man's head.

'I'm going to the bar. Gonna get my drink on.' The man said as he pulled into the parking lot of a local dive bar.

'Please.'

'Please, what? Please shut the fuck up.' The man replied, catching a glimpse of his new reflection in the rearview mirror. 'Fuck you're hot.'

He inspected his reflection, his hand gliding from his face down to groping his tits. He sat there for a moment, lightly groping his tits. He felt that familiar twinge and noticed he was starting to get wet. Slyly, he slid his hand down to his groin, teasing his clit. The man inserted one, then two, fingers into his pussy, pumping his wrist with pleasure.

'Please, not here!' Holly cried in the back of her mind.

The man ignored her and kept finger fucking Holly's body in the parking lot.

Suddenly there was a knock on the car window.

'Miss.' A voiced called.

'Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no.' The real Holly thought.

'Miss. You cannot do that in the parking lot.' Said an older man. 'You're lucky no one else saw that.'

The man looked up at the older gentlemen. He knew that face from his past life. It looked much older.

'Sorry... uh, I got carried away.' The new Holly replied in a sultry yet apologetic tone. 'Can I buy you a drink?'

'Well, I suppose... but I am happily married.' The man joked.

'So am I!' The echo of the real Holly cried from the back of her mind.

'Doesn't matter none to me.' The new Holly said with a smile.

---

At the bar the new Holly orders two neat whiskeys and sits next to the older man.

'No. I don't drink!' Cries the old Holly.

'So. What's your story?' The new Holly asks the older man and takes a sip of her drink.

'What story is there to tell? I'm just an old man having a drink at a dive bar. I've lived, I've lost.'

'Well, to start, what's your name?'

'Gerald. Or, Gerry, as the friends say.'

The new Holly remembered Gerry from his old life. Nice young man, he had thought at one time. He was shocked how old he had become and wondered how long it had been before he found Holly.

'So, Gerry, again, what's your story?' The new Holly winked at Gerry.

'A bit keen, are you? If I didn't know better, I'd say you were flirting with me...' He paused. 'I left home as a kid, joined a gang. That was a long time ago. I barely made it out. Not many of us did. Met my wife, got an honest job. I watch football and go for the occasional drink - y'know, get away from the old ball and chain.'

The new Holly realized where he knew Gerry from - the gang. He was handsome young kid, he thought. Suddenly, he felt that twine in his groin and his panties getting a bit wet.

---

Several drinks later, and after much catching up with an old acquaintance, the new Holly emerged from the bathroom.

'Okay, this is the last one! We're too drunk!' The old Holly said.

'Admit it, you like *hic* the stuff.' The old Holly said quietly.

'Not. One. Bit!'

'Bullshit.' The new Holly said.

'What was that?' Gerry said.

'Nothing, nothing. Just a bit drunk.' The new Holly said as she sat next to Gerry. 'Say, could you maybe give me a ride home?'

The new Holly caressed Gerry's leg and realized she was horny.

'Sure, little lady. Why the hell not.'

The man helped a drunk Holly into his car.

'So, Holly, where do you live?'

'Just around a corner *hic*' The drunk Holly replied.

'267 Livingston Street. Thank you. Enough of this nonsense.' The old Holly thought.

'267 Living Stone Street!' The new Holly exclaimed.

'That is around the corner!' Gerry laughed.

A few minutes later the car pulled into the driveway.

'Well, we're here.' Gerry said to Holly.

'Good, it's still only 3... hubby is still at work.' The old Holly thought.

'Hi.' the new Holly said, looking up at Gerry.

'Hi.' Gerry replied, confused.

The new Holly slid her hand along his thigh, barely caressing the outline of his hard cock.

'Can you help me get inside? I think I'm drunk.' the new Holly said with a sexy smile.

Gerry looked you over.

'Sure, Holly, I can help.'

'What the heck do you think you're doing?! I'm married!' Cried consciousness of old Holly.

'No. You're married, I'm horny as fuck.' The new Holly whispered.

'Noooo! Stop! Please!'

As Gerry helped you to the couch, the new Holly got down on her knees and started to unzip his jeans.

'What?' Gerry asked.

'What, what? I wan you to fuck me.' The new Holly replied, her hand stroking Gerry's rigid cock.

'Help! Stop! I have a husband!'

The new Holly hesitated before plunging the pulsing cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head back and forth deftly, slobbering along the length of his dick.

'Stop this instant! You're making me look like a whore.'

'What are we doing? I must be your grandfather's age?' Gerry replies.

'See! Help! Help, Gerry!' The old Holly called into the void.

The new Holly undid her dress and sat up in a chair, spreading her legs to reveal her ripe pussy.

'Well, then fuck me grand-daddy.' The new Holly moaned.

Gerry hesitated briefly before charging at Holly. He pulled her legs open guided his member into Holly's pussy and started to thrust primally at her stolen vagina.

'Fuck yes, fuck me!' The new Holly screamed.

'You're a little slut.' Gerry growled in Holly's ear.

'Fuck me, fuck your little slut.'

Gerry's thrusts picked up speed, his cock pounding at Holly's sopping wet pussy.

'Cum in me. Cum inside your little slut.' The new Holly purred.

The pleasure overwhelmed the new Holly as Gerry's pumping crescendos. He unloaded into Holly's nubile pussy. The feeling of hot cum filling her womb sent the new Holly into an uncontrolled orgasm. Her legs started shaking as she tried to extract the last drops of Gerry's cum with her hips.

Gerry, with a sigh, sat down on the sofa.

'You are one hell of a fuck.' He said to Holly.

Holly stuck a finger into her pussy, inspecting the cum. She scooped up a bit of Gerry's load and ate the fresh cum, sucking her finger in pleasure.

'I think... I'm a bit of a cum slut.'

The new Holly got down on her knees and started to suck the remaining cum and fluids off of Gerry soon-to-be flaccid cock.

'What, uh, is your phone number?' Gerry asked.

'I, uh, I don't know.' The new Holly replied, wiping her mouth.

'I will never tell you. You monster.' The old Holly screams.

'It doesn't matter. I'm, uh, a stay-at-home wife. Try the door in the afternoons. If it's unlocked, feel free try me. Would love to suck and fuck.' The new Holly purred, caressing herself.

Gerry took one last look at you before walking out the door.

'I might just do that. You're a hot piece of ass.' He said.

'You're a beast. Please. Please. Please don't tell my husband.'

'I'm not a beast. I think I, err you, are fucking cum slut, Holly.' The new Holly said, lightly stroking her labia.

'I am an upstanding member of the community and the church.'

'Well, fine. But Holly is a giant fucking cum slut.'

'I am not.'

'Oh but I am.' The new Holly said, playing with her nipples. 'Besides, I think you're starting to like it too.'