”We followed them and were surprised when they pulled into a nondescript strip mall parking lot in front of a small restaurant with no name. It was ...just identified as Mediterranean Café, maybe that was the name.They knew Marsh and Mandy by name and seated us right away. Mandy asked “is it ok if we order family style for everyone?”Jill replied “go ahead mother, they seem to know you and you probably know the menu as good as they do.”Mandy ordered for us “we will eat family style. We will start. Not that unusual at all!Rick was more voluble than the others. I liked that. As I sucked him, he'd stand there, pressed up against the plywood divider panel between us, and moan and groan as I worked his cock over like his wife never had!"Oh..GOD!" He'd say. "MMMM. Yeah. SUCK my cock!" I loved hearing him say that to me, and as he said that, and other things like it, I felt inspired to give him as good a blow job as I possibly could because of it.He'd mentioned he was in a hurry, so I didn't. Now, two hundred people were staring at her bounty. If she was embarrassed, it never showed. But everyone could see, and smell, her love juice running down her thighs, coating them from crotch to knee.Mac put a leather collar around her neck, fastened it, attached a leash, turned and walked away. Sheila followed after him like a heifer on a halter, her hips swaying sexually. That little heifer was looking forward to being bred."Come on, cowboy," Sue Ann said, pulling me with her."Where are we. Catherine’s chimes indicate three o’clock, I try to count the empty glasses on the table before us. He’s telling another anecdote, and laughing at it makes me lose count. Being unable to count makes me laugh some more, and when I eventually stop, he’s looking at me a little too closely. “You’ve not told me much about yourself, Caitlin. In fairness I probably haven’t shut up long enough!” Further paroxysms of laughter, and it’s not even that funny. What the hell am I drinking? “Tell me about.