" "Kim got a job?" I asked incredulously. (Actually that's not a bad idea. It would get me out of the house for a few hours a week anyhow. Hmm. Someth...ing to think about anyway.) "Yeah. Her father told her that if she wanted to keep spending money like it was going out of style, she was gonna have to find a job to help replace some of it." "So where is she working?" I asked. "Well she went out and applied at all these high fashion boutiques and stuff but no one would hire her. So she finally. The unobstructed view Charlie had all the way up to Lana's hair-covered cunt caused the bulge in his pants to grow swiftly. Beads of perspiration broke out on his face and he licked his lips nervously."Did you need my help with something before you left? Is that why you had Hank give me the message?" he asked, still puzzled by her summons, knowing the way she felt about him."Charlie, I've been doing a lot of thinking the last couple of days, and I feel bad about the way I treated you the other. “Are you a cock-sucking pain slut, pretty boy?” The man stood in front of him. Tracey could see the moonlight glinting off his golden short shorts. It was one of the bartenders from The Beachfront. The golden shorts were slowly lowered and a huge erect penis pointed directly at Tracey’s mouth. “Come on, Tracey. You know you want to suck on this. Show us what you can do.”Tracey wanted to shout out, “No, you are wrong!” but instead as the huge prick came close to his face he opened his. The build was slower than when Alison had used her fingers, it was teasingly slow, and she wanted, no needed to cum now. She started to feel clinching in her vaginal, legs, and lower stomach muscles, she could hardly catch her breath as she let out a semi-scream/croak: “Fuckkkk! Make me cum!”And then with one last flick of the tongue she was over the edge. Her back arched and pussy pushed forward. Alison opened her mouth wide eating as much of Sarah’s pussy as she could as she rubbed Sarah’s.