”“Well. I hoped that you would think that I was even sexier, dressed like this, than naked. After all nothing is hidden. What do you think?”Then... Ralph spoke up. “Rosemary, you are as sexy as hell dressed like that. I'm dying to take you out drinking, dressed like that.”“Really? Where could we go with me dressed like this?”Ralph named a couple of bars that he and I knew well.“Pick-up joints.” I told Rosemary.“Really? Do you expect me to get picked up?”“No. Not yet. Not ever in those bars; the. 'Son of a.., he started but I engulfed him and slid farther down the stalk until his head reached the back of my throat. There I held him and worked my head from side to side. I worked back until only the glans remained in my mouth I hummed a bit then slowly worked my way back towards his base, again and again I bobbed running his glans along mu inner cheeks letting the warm wet softness contrast with the rolling slickness of my tongue. Yeah, he muttered, raising his ass to try to get deeper. At one point the maitre d’ forcefully placed the box in her hand, closed her fingers around it and told her to thank the gentleman in a loud enough voice that his broken French accent could be heard clear across the room. Dave shook his head.She thanked the man and the maitre d’ marched my wife strait back to our table and roughly shoved her into her seat and told Dave. “Don’t bring her back until you have taught her some manners.” And he stomped off.Pam was almost in tears. “What did I. " I removed my hand and Missy's smaller, softer hand took its place, stroking me exactly as she'd seen me do it. I was still kneeling between Sabrina's wide open legs, and the tip of my dick was almost touching her pink, wet cunt."God, that's hot," Sabrina said. "Make him cum, Missy. Make him cum all over my little pussy." And in less than two minutes that's exactly what I did. My orgasm had been building ever since that morning, and it was a big one. My first jet shot all the way up to.