She was draped over the couch, knees over the armrest as if she fell down in a fit, feet kicking in a lazy rhythm, but still dressed in the shirt she ...had slept in. I assume the question was written on my face because she offered before I opened my mouth. "I don't know what to wear." "Come on. I'll pick something out for you." I walked to our room and grabbed her jean mini skirt, a black t-shirt, a pair of flip flops and set them on the bed for her before I changed clothes. I heard her huff when. She sucked in her breath and I ran my hand down to touch her pussy. It was a little damp and I ran my finger up and down her slit before plunging it into her snatch. She groaned and whimpered as I fingered her. Paul started stroking his dick. I pulled my finger out and looked at it, all wet and glistening. I stared into his eyes as I licked it clean, the taste of her juices turning me on. I leaned down and pushed my tongue into her cunt, sucking to get the juices out. She squirmed and moaned,. Once in the car we decided that we were hungry so we headed off to a Mexican restaurant. I asked for a quiet booth, we were escorted off into a dark corner. We both ordered margaritas and downed them right away We ordered another round with our meals. She had slipped off her shoes and began rubbing her naked feet on my legs.At this point I felt pretty sure that I would get no resistance to any advances. Boy was I right I leaned over to give her a kiss, to which she responded by slipping her. We danced like this for a few minutes and I felt his hard cock against my ass, then I turned around and wrapped one leg around his waist and began dry humping from the front. He cupped my bare ass, then with his other hand he pulled the tube down exposing my tits, thankfully it was totally dark where we were. He took my nipples in his mouth, alternating between left and right. He then began stroking my wet slit with the hand that was previously cupping my ass. Whatever he put in the drink made.