His fingers toyed with my hot dripping cunt, and I could hear him undoing his belt buckle and the front of his black jeans. When I turned to look over... my shoulder, I felt something hot and rigid and throbbing slide into my slick, quivering walls, jerking me forward, my mouth grazing against the young woman's ass. She lifted her head from a gentleman's lap and looked back to me with a smile and a nod, perhaps giving me the okay to play with her. "Damn...that feels—!" He interrupted me with. Heather had never received flowers from a man before that was not a blood relation. Her brother sent her roses on her birthday each year. How sweet of him to choose pansies instead of roses like other men! Suddenly had she bristled. Why was he asking her out all of the sudden? Mr. Charles Walker had never shown any interest in Miss Heather Layton in the six months she had known him. ************************************************** ‘Why did I even go on the damn date? STUPID STUPID,’ Heather’s. Bobby just stood there saying nothing. I think he was more embarrassed than I was.“Sit down, Mr. Morris.”Bobby sat on a chair next to me. His cock was still hanging out over his boxers. He still said nothing. I could see he was shaking. I felt even worse for him than I did for myself.Then Mr. Collins leaned over and pushed my shirt open. I know my eyes almost popped out of my head. I felt a lump growing in my throat.“Maybe we can work something out so no one else needs to know about this,” Mr.. I walked into the bar area and immediately saw him sitting alone at our table. As I walked toward him, I saw Victor’s face turned red.He knew I had been fucking all night long. Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me out to our car. When we got home, Victor threw me on the couch and he demanded to take off my clothes...When I hesitated, my hubby pushed me back on the couch and pulled them off himself. He found my cotton panties were soaking wet and he could see my red swollen pussy lips.I begged.