She took my cock and stroked it as he watched. Just having my wife's best friend stroke my cock was something made of fantasies. She pushed his head f...orward until his mouth had found my cock. This was definitely not the first time he had sucked cock.My wife was spread out on the seat, watching her fantasy come true. She was rubbing her clit like there was no tomorrow. Her friend had now wiggled out of her yoga pants and panties while still pushing our young friend onto my cock."Suck that cock. Please enjoy. The names are changed. Sierra was a Shooter Bitch at a bar in the central United States for about four months. The smoke and drinking lifestyle got to her and she had to quit. She was told to have a very specific outfit for being Shooter Bitch. It consisted of the shortest shorts you could make out of denim. They had a zipper but the top button was cut off to make a little wedge or opening above the zipper area. The shorts were old and frayed and short. The shorter the better.. With one final stroke, I shot right into the napkin.I rolled down the window and tossed the napkin out. Just then, the wind woke John up."Huh? Oh hey we're almost there!" he said. I looked out the window and saw a sign that said Talon Lake. I frowned as I pulled up my shorts. I looked over at Suzanne and saw her wink and realized that this was far from over.--A few hours later, we had unpacked and were sitting out on the deck. John decided to head in for the night. Suddenly Suzanne stood up and. It wasn't a request, it was a command. I turned away from him, bent over, and dropped my panties. "Now come over here," he said. I did. I straddled him on the sofa. He put his hands on my hips, and I began to give him a little lap dance, grinding down, not too hard, on that cloth-covered cock. I'm sure he could feel how hot and wet my pussy was. "Now take it out."I don't know how I managed to not do exactly what he told me that second, but I wasn't going to give in quite that easily. I slid.