‘Very sexy. If you put in a little more work, you could be just as sexy as your Supra.’ She said with a teasing gleam in her green eyes. ‘Get in... before I am forced to put you over my knee and spank you.’ Nick opened the door for her. ‘Promises, promises. So where are you taking me tonight?’ Angie asked as she settled down in the bucket seat. ‘Fiesta Latina. Is that okay with you, Angel?’ Angel had been his nickname for her since they met, the only other person that called her that was her. Just as I finally decided to take a "casual" grip of my cock and start to rub it I noticed Terry starting to tighten up his body and almost immediately started to grunt as he slowed the speed and prolonged the length of his thrusts into Jeanne. He pulled out of her soon after and came over to have a beer with me. His cock was seemingly still dripping from his wife's wetness and his own cum. He apologized for starting before I'd got there but was really happy I came over. He told me how Jeanne. She popped out the strawberry from her wine, placed between her lips, her tongue encircling the perimeter of the fruit. She took my glass of wine, dropped the strawberry into it and pushed it in my direction. She was drunk, but I was just going to relish the moment. I took the glass, finished the wine, put the strawberry on my mouth and started to tease her, slowly biting the pieces.She rose from her chair and sat on the table. She had her two legs placed in my shoulder, wrapping my head before. The only difference between tonight and the other nights was that the house was 92°F and about 4,000% humidity. Welcome to Florida in August.My house was so hot because the AC had crapped out early in the day. I called the AC guy I knew from the VFW Post I belonged to. He promised that someone would be at my house first thing tomorrow. I had left my front door open to let the cooler night air into the house and had a few fans running, trying to move air so thick you could sell it by the slice..