She was back quicker this time than the last time she had gone to the Ladies Room. “So boys, are we going?” She dropped a black thong on the table... right in front of Sean and I. “Momma isn’t going to wait long. I want and I want it now.” She spun around and moved toward the lounge entrance, heading out into the lobby toward the elevator bank. Sean grabbed her thong and tucked it into his pants pocket. I motioned for the cocktail waitress to bring me the tab. I pulled out my wallet and peeled off. She held his softening member against her body as the liquid cooled on her skin, running down her breasts and dripping onto her thighs.For what seemed like an eternity neither of them was able to utter a word, the only sound their breathing and the rustling of some small animal in the corner of the room.Then Peter spoke.“Come with me, Abigail,” he said. “I want you so much. I’d just die if I never saw you again.”“Oh Peter, I want you as well, but I can’t. This is my life. How could I just. She said she’d swallow. The thought made me shiver with pleasure! She bent he head forward and kissed the straining bulge between my legs. I put one hand on her head when she kissed it. I humped up a little for her to see I was VERY horny. I had a week’s worth of cum between my legs. She was going to get a soaking—I cum a lot. It gets everywhere when I jack off. A previous girlfriend had to cover it with a towel to keep it from shooting on the walls. The first time she jacked me off, I. As I sucked his cock he held my head and began fucking my face. I used all the skills that I had learned from my days in sunny California and was gratified to hear him let out a grunt, “Oh fuck, I’m cumming.” With that he let loose and although I tried to swallow what he gave me it was too much to deal with and I knew there would be cum on my face when we went back to the table.So it proved and when we went back inside to have our drinks my worthless piece of shit of a husband didn't say a.