Is he coming?’ James spoke as he took Lou’s shakey hand in his and led her to the coffee shop exit. ‘Yes, … he said yes!! … Oh fuck, oh fu...ck … are we safe, oh fuck I’m scared.’ James grinned – she knew too well he could, and would look after her in any situation. They trusted one another completely, they had to. ‘Come on, of course we’re safe Lou my darling, I’m going to blow your mind. Just look at me.’ James indicated the huge bulge in his trousers, and jokingly added ‘no guy’s ever going. That's either in addition to or instead of the blow job.And there's no way I can ever get in through some cunt's asshole unless I fuck her first. Not unless she's a pro, and I've never paid for it in my life. Wellllllll, there is one exception to that, but I don't want to talk about it now; I'm embarrassed. Plus I can't afford to pay for it now.So I deliberately played with the buttons in front of her hooters. Open a button, kiss her neck, squeeze her tits. Open another button, kiss her neck,. After doing anal, I fell asleep until sunrise when I had recovered just enough to complete the cycle and do her one more time. At breakfast together, I was happy but exhausted. My balls were sore and felt like they had been plundered into submission.Over the next few months of winter and spring, Katie and I continued our affair fucking whenever there was an opportunity. * * * All of that was history when we unexpectedly met again in Vegas, but she was not alone. Standing by her side was a. Tray Houston was even better in the flesh than he was on the numerous posters I had drooled over. He was tall, chisel-jawed and cut a granite-like figure in his dinner suit. It was a black tuxedo with red buttons on his shirt. I looked at JJ and held her hand as we walked towards him. We were suddenly the luckiest girls in the world and any aspirations at a lady-like entrance melted away as my panties became damp in seconds. “Good evening ladies.” “Tray!” was all we could say. “How y’all.