He gave my hand a little squeeze and added, "Happy birthday!" God! His voice fitted the image perfectly. Strong, deep and warm. His name was Anthony."...hanks!" I struggled for words, hanging on to his hand, "but it's tomorrow." I ended lamely, cursing myself for being a drivelling idiot."Well, I hope tonight is a very special night for you and that tomorrow brings you everything you wish for," he came back. I knew damned well what I wished for where he was concerned.Needless to say, my stupid. As I started sucking a cock suddenly appeared from the gloryhole in the booth I had just exited, it was uncut and not hard but I knew exactly who it was. I didn't grab it, I pulled my phone out and took a pic (second pic in my cock gallery) then I just sucked the old guy and looked at it until my friend in the booth next door looked thru the hole I said he'd be next and he watched as I sucked the old guy hard. It took almost ten minutes but he said he was finally going to cum and he let loose. Shaved clean. Fat lips. Cum tracing them. So inviting. Her scent luring me closer. I pulled her down so she sat of my face slightly and slid my tongue deep into her quenching the need inside me. She was salty and sweet. Wet. So wet. Her juice covered my tongue, my lips, my nose, my chin. My god, I lapped at my mistress’ pussy like it was the best nectar on earth. I never let up. Deep into her. To her clit. I would suck on her clit. Then I would flick it with my tongue. Then back to her cum. "You're a beautiful little slut Mrs. Wright," I said reverentially as I let my fingers slide down her cheek and then farther down onto her breast."I'm not," she started but my lips found hers before she could say another word. Our tongues explored."Touch me," I encouraged when our lips had finally separated."I don't want to," she protested even as her hand slipped between our bodies. "My god, you're already hard again," she said when her fingers circled my penis."You make me big," I said as I.