The guys suggest doing more shots. They had a bottle of Patron. Of coarse they offer me some. I do one, then another. Now the conversation changed. Th...ey want to know where my husband is. Would he be mad I'm up here? They really like my top. Then one guy says he really liked when I had to reach to place my bet earlier. I said, you think I didn't know that? Another guy says, "she knew what she was doing." I just smiled. The mood was changing. I could see them feeding off each other, getting. Good evening, Sandy." Good evening, Beverly." I must tell our television audience I was quite surprised when you asked for this interview, and when you didn't want to tell me the subject until we were on the air, my curiosity was definitely piqued. You're known for two things, Sandy, quality work and not granting interviews. What made you decide to talk to me now?" I want to talk about David and me." Your husband? Good heavens why? You've never talked about him before." I know. That was the way. And I didn’t need any encouragement! Ever since we had done it that way I had from time to time found myself remembering what it had felt like, the incredible strength of the sensations I had experienced, the unbelievable force behind my climax. So, reaching down under her I wiped my fingers over her sopping pussy and, using my thumb and her own juices as lubricant, found I could quite easily open her up. When I tried to replace my thumb with the far bigger mass of my cock-head I felt her tense. One came in her mouth and she let him shoot it all in before she spat it over her own tits. The second coated her face and neck with his white goo.“Does that feel better boys?” She looked at the two spectators to find that they were fully hard again and rampant for more. Sliding down in her seat Kathleen opened her legs wide. Opening her pussy wide she pointed to her clit. She rolled it under her fingers.“Well boys it looks like I haven’t finished yet. This here is my clitoris it is very.