While she tried to focus, she noticed Dave was rubbing his hard-on through his pants. "Hey Sthil," Dave said shakily, "put her on the bensh." Dave was quite plastered. Stil - always the gentlemen ?ask for Vicky's approval. "You want both of us." She gave him a nod - which was the depth of the communication she could muster. Those strong shoulders lifted her off the table, with him still in her. She thought she just might be in love. Dave pulled out the bench seat (no back, no arms) that was used at the dining table and got out of this pants. Stil managed to lower them both into this new position. She was on her back on the bench. Stil, kneeled, and put her legs on his shoulders. God she thought, he was now pumping her deep and hard and she wanted it to go on forever. A very hard very long orgasm was building and she hoped it would take its time.