As Jo-Jo jogged up to the car, Aaron sexually admired Jo-Jo’s bulbous man-junk rocking back and forth between his thick tree-truck legs beneath his ...gym shorts and yelled, “Where’s your shirt?” curiously giggling at him through the passenger side-door opened window as he approached his car. “I don’t have one,” Jo-Jo replied giggling as he handed the joint he was smoking to Aaron through the opened car window then opened the passenger door, “Shit I didn’t even have time to put on underwear I got. Somehow or another, Greg couldn’t make it. He probably got lost or something! Anyway, I found myself at the end of the bar talking to Jen. That’s when a 30 something, cute, strawberry blond lady came in and took a seat at the far end of the bar. She seemed to know Tom and the two of them were talking.Over the next half hour, she and I nervously flirted with each other from across the bar. She looked vaguely familiar yet I couldn’t place her. About that time these three scruffy looking clowns. She threw back her head and cried out her pleasure. I knew her juices were flooding her mother's mouth. Mrs. Armstrong drank down the incestuous flood. I slammed into the married woman as I listened to her licking and lapping at my girlfriend's pussy.“Oh, my fucking god, yes!” howled Stefani.Then Mrs. Armstrong gasped out in delight. She trembled. Then she moaned into her daughter's pussy. Her juices gushed around the shaft and bathed my shaved snatch and thighs. That scent of tart cream filled. I did as I was told and lay on the bed, with my thumbs either side of my clit and gently masturbating while I waited for her to return. I had no idea where she'd suddenly gone off to. After a few minutes she was back. My face was pressed in the pillow; I was trying to bring myself off, so I didn't see her appear at the side of the bed a few moments later. When I did open my eyes, Evie was kneeling next to me, completely naked and holding a glass tumbler full of ice cubes that she'd just brought.