"It's okay, Joeknows about us." He leaned toward me and lowered his voice to aconspiratorial murmur. "Don't spread it around, but we're sort of ahobby... for him."I settled onto my own stool and accepted my glass with a raisedeyebrow. "How did that happen?" I asked as I let the lovely, burningscent of the Scotch fill my nose.Joe leaned back against the rear counter and tapped his thigh. Hisfingers impacted on plastic under his jeans, which I was pretty surewasn't some kind of armor. "I was in. I roll it between my palms.I spit in my left hand and I circle my wet palm around the head.I am surprised how much I like the touch of it. So different than my own because I can't my effect on it.My right hand strokes this beautiful shaft, I love the veins, I love... how close it is to my face.I can't, I will be beyond the point of no control.But, what if I just kiss it? It is not like I have tasted it?I lean forward, and my lips make contact. I rub it over my closed lips. Just one taste?It. It didn't matter to me, I was sober since I drove. As I turned on the t.v. I felt her hand slide around my waist again to find it's way to my cock. I turned and mentioned I got to get her wasted more often if she is gonna be this frisky. She laughed and then ordered me to take my pants off. I slide my pants and underwear off and sat on the couch. She then got on her knees and gave me a world traveled blowjob. I don't know if the alcohol made her try more or open her throat more or fuel. Finally, she hung up. "We've got about three hours to rock and roll," she grinned."That's a lot more than we had last time," Laura smiled.Stevie approached her slowly, and they embraced. "I think it might be enough time to reach ten," she said in a husky, very sensual voice.They kissed, quickly growing fiercely passionate, trying to eat each other alive. When their mouths finally parted, both were panting."This way," Laura said, pulling Stevie toward her bedroom.They undressed on the way..