“Then what?”“Depends.”“On what?”“How hot he's making me and how drunk I am.”My cock was bulging in my jeans.Just then horns were blast...ing in the cars behind us and the truck in front of us was spewing fumes. Carla leaned back and saw her nipples poking at her tight T-shirt.“So if this guy makes you horny and hot, what do you do?”“Like I said, it depends on what he's doing and how many drinks I've had.”“Okay, so you've had a few drinks and he's got his hand under your skirt and he's rubbing your. There I was on myknees waiting for you to return., when I heard the door next door openedagain. I figured it would be a nice surprise for you to walk in andsee your little slut with another cock in her mouth. So, I put myfingers in the hole and wiggled them.I waited and waited. Then, I got a great surprised. This was a cockI've been waiting for. It was so thick and long, it barely fit throughthe hole. I was going to enjoy this one, more than any others before.I ran my tongue over the head and. Could I join you and have coffee instead?”We arranged to meet at a local coffee shop that also had a choice of little things to eat.In a moment or an eternity, depending on one’s feeling of urgency, we were sitting across from each other, me drinking my coffee (black; cream or sugar both could upset my system) and Aurora drinking tea and with her delicate mouth nibbling at a pastry.When she had entered into the shop our eyes met and we both had a shiver simultaneously run through us. I could. My cock feels so fucking good.””Please, Bob, stick it up my ass!”Bob loved his big cock. ”Say prostate.””Yes yes yes Bob, PLEASE, FUCK my prostate!””You fucking lesbo dyke. I’m gonna fucking CRUSH your prostate!”Bob knelt behind her white ass and masturbated his beautiful man-meat in her ass crack.”Admit that you’re a fucking dyke. Say it!””I’m a fucking dyke and I HATE it!” said Liesje loud and clear.”Grrr, I fucking HATE LESBIANS” Bob growled and plunged his swollen schlong forcefully into.