“Tonight we’re all going to go to Jo-Jo’s. Have you heard of it?”Andrew thought hard. The name rang a bell, but he wasn’t sure why.“Isn’...t it some sort of club?” he hazarded. “Up by the station?”“Some sort of club, yes,” agreed Calum. “But Saturdays you can’t just turn up. There’s a dress code.”That seemed fair enough to Andrew. Lots of the Nottingham clubs had dress codes, especially at weekends. No football shirts, no DMs, that sort of thing.“That’s fine, just tell me what not to wear,” he. She was soaking wet and I gently touched her and pulled a long string of her wetness with my finger.I got myself comfortable between her legs and slowly started to lick at her sweet snatch. She tasted amazing and it wasn’t long before I was eating away like it was my last meal. She slid her hand through my hair holding my head in place as I sucked on her meaty pussy lips and sucked on her clit. She made wonderful noises, encouraging me to do my thing.My pussy ached and I needed looking after. " "It was really no problem," I responded. "Anytime, anywhere, anything. I'm just a phone call away." I wrapped my hands around her head and repeated, "Anything," before kissing her hard. "Dammit," Lori muttered as she shut the door and kissed me back. After a few minutes of making out, I placed my right hand on her knee and started to slowly slide it up her skinny left leg, allowing it to drift up her shorts. Once my hand reached her soft panty line she pulled my head off her lips and said,. ”“Slipped, my ass. And you will get a spanking for that later, little one,” he grumpily replies.Giggling, lying back down on the bed beside him, I pat his ass and sweetly ask, “What does it feel like?”“After your surprise entrance, it is feeling better. Full. I feel full. I guess that is the best way to describe it," he replies in his still-grumpy tone. "I'm sorry I was rough," I say, trying to act like I really mean it. "You are not sorry. And are you ready now? I will try a gentler approach.