He smiles and walks away.The music playing a little too loudly, is classic 70's rock. Elton John is belting out "Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting..." so loudly I can't here what she is saying from across the table. I look around and see the problem. We are seated under a large speaker that is cranked up to max volume. I tell her I can't hear her for the loud music. She is a little agitated by my lack of conversation. The waiter returns and I ask him if they can turn the volume down a little.. " Needing no further urging, he lowered the zipper on her skirt and let the garment drop down around her ankles."Thank you," she softly whispered still stroking his thick cock.Next, Ron hooked his fingers into the waistband of her little juice-soaked panties and peeled them down over her soft hips and shapely legs.She smiled up at him as she stepped out of the tangled garments around her feet. "Lick me, darling. I want you to lick my cunt." Turning away from him, Brenda walked over and sat down. "Don't you fucking come, dude," I warned him as I ground my clit against his pelvic bone. I was nowhere near ready to pop as I started to bounce up and down his stiff pecker faster and harder searching for the magic button.Kenny was having a crisis. "But Miss. Peterson," he gasped as I forced my hungry puss-puss down his average-sized noodle. "Shoot, I don't think I can hold it in much longer, I really don't!"Oh, for Chrissakes. Give me a fucking break. As soon as he said it, I knew he was. It was my fiancé’s f****y “winter retreat” which had involved snowshoeing, ice fishing, and lots and lots of alcohol! People had started retreating to rooms and various corners around midnight. Tina and I had been among the last to turn out lights. I had laid my sl**ping bag behind the couch while she retreated to one of the lofts where the women were sl**ping. There was a hand over my mouth and in the shadows of the room I could not tell who it was. The perfume and smell of the hair that.