This goes on for a while and she doesn’t seem like she wants to talk, so I start thinking about that Spanish mom again. Her soft ass, the feeling o...f her lips on my cock, “Ah!” I shouted surprised that something was gripping my cock through my shorts. I look over and MaryKate is touching me as she smile over. “What are you doing?” I ask. “I have a little problem.” “What is it?” “You see… My boyfriend cheated on me with a little skank from work, so I want to show him what it feels like.” “What. .. my grandfather sat on the veranda of a small restaurant, and sang about love to a girl that was much like you. Her name was Miranda. My family often laughs about Grandpa and Miranda on the veranda.”She smiled, though his story was horrible, and the wine was almost as nasty tasting as the beer. This is culture, bitch, she told herself. Get that shit down, and like it. She took another sip, willing her nose to stop tingling. Do not sneeze on this man, she told herself.Ralph blabbed on. She. I got Velma. She was a twenty-something year old that worked in registration. I turned the power on full to see if I was in range. She jerked her hips, splilled her drink and spun around trying to determine who had zapped her. This was going to be fun.I'd wait until she was in a serious conversation with a guy or a girl and start slowly raising the intensity and I could see her squirm. Her husband was watching and seeming to really enjoy the show. I wondered who had the control for my wife. I. Cara wiggles her hips and dangles her slick, engorged folds over Becca's mouth. "Mmm, Becca. I can feel your breath on my cunt. I love it. You want my pussy? Hmm?" Cara moans. She's giddy with excitement. Stacy puts her mouth onto Becca's hot, wet opening, but keeps her eyes on the girl's face between Cara's legs. "Yes! Miss Cara, please! Let me lick your perfect pussy! Let me show you how much I care about you! How much we both want to please you! I want it, I want to taste it. I want to taste.