“What’s your phone number?” she asked, and she entered it into her phone. As we pulled up to the address, she said “Wait nearby. I’ll text y...ou.”The address was a restaurant. A burly waiter and a burlier busboy came out and pretty much carried her into a side door. I drove around the block looking for a place to park.In the hour I had to wait, I had time to remember my date with the redhead. I called and apologized profusely, saying a friend had a medical emergency. Although half-true, it would. She looked up at me and smiled.About fifteen minutes later Heather came downstairs. I noticed her standing by the railing and got up to meet her. Heather was grinning ear to ear.“Thanks for leaving me that present,” I said.“You’re welcome. You obviously enjoyed it,” she said with a sexy smile. “Do you always cum that much?”Lying through my teeth I said, “Um, I dunno, I don’t do that very often.”Looking up at me with her head pointed at the ground, Heather said, “I liked the taste. Do you. .." the scheming blonde said casually. "It'll be fun to surprise them."Peter didn't answer. His jaw was set and the frown deepened on his forehead. From force of habit, he grabbed the ignition keys and tucked them into a shallow pocket inside the waistband of his trunks. Then he got out and walked purposefully towards the beach, leaving the cocksure stewardess to follow in his wake.As he got closer and closer to the stretch of white sand, his scowl deepened and his apprehension increased. He. Who was only happy to swallow it all.Terri smiled in her afterglow. All work and no play had left her poor vagina completely horny most days. Her Hitachi was good, but it was no substitute for a live throbbing cock. One day it was enough, Terri had woke up in an unprecedented wily mode. She nearly fingered herself u*********s in early morning traffic; she came to her wits just before squirting all over the driver seat. Looking down she could make out the puddle of juices on the cloth seat and a.