The first rope landed above Blair’s right eyes, the second hit her in the nose, the third covered her right cheek, and the fourth landed across her ...ips. She then started bobbing her head up and down on his cock as he dumped the rest of his cum in her mouth and she sucked out any last drop. Blair pulled off, licked the cum off of her lips and swallowed before giving Doug’s cock a kiss and standing up. Doug pulled up his boxers and pants and went back to the kitchen. Blair grabbed a few tissues. The bar girl was currently clearing glasses from tables to the bar. She approached our table, and my wife squeezed my cock. "Don't you dare stop," she whispered. The bargirl stopped next to our table and picked up one empty glass. "Hi, are you folks having a good evening?" she asked politely. "Definitely," my wife replied, "It's been fun." Can I get you anything before we close?" the brunette bar girl asked. She had positioned herself now adjacent to the table and could now easily see beyond. I wanted her to feel it, I wanted to fuck her, and as I moved to lay on my side next to her, it gave her a chance to reach for my cock more easily. It felt good as she stroked it but she seemed unsure of what to do. I wanted more, and as I reached down, I helped her and she seemed to understand. I rolled us over so she was on top of me now, which made her giggle as she straddled me. Hannah now sat up and as I felt on her boobs, we looked at her. Hannah leaned forward so we could kiss, and as. You will see what I mean. Bear and I were true homies, though. We were together for hours, and hours every day, so we talked a lot. I never tried to take money out of his pocket, nor he mine. We watched each other’s backs always, and he saved my life more than once, and I saved his at least once. I guess I could just stop beating around the bush, and say that not only was this nigga my Cuz, but he was my friend. Let me explain what I did for the Gangsta Mack Crips. We were basically a drug.