’ Finn laughed. ‘Nah, better not, you have a girl to go home to.’ ‘So do you.’ I reminded him. ‘How’s that going, by the way?’ He h...lf grinned, but drunk he looked more silly than sly. ‘Aubrey’s a doll.’ He said, the accent he picked up living in New York was subtly slipping through. ‘I’m going to marry that girl.’ I frowned, causing him to laugh. ‘Oh, don’t be so childish.’ ‘Marriage is gross. My brother’s getting married, and I never want to be like that.’ Finn held up his hand, three. He is drunk, sweaty, in his sixties, wedding band and cheap aftershave, not my style.“I am waiting for someone, please move along,” I say in a sweet voice.His eyebrows furrow and then he slowly moves back mumbling “bitch,” as he leaves my side.Asshole, I think. I turn back to my drink and have another sip. Something catches my eyes and I zoom in.She is wearing a white short skirt and a halter top. Her blonde hair moves gently as she laughs at a joke her friend has told. Her bright blue eyes. I hope that’s okay.”“Of course, yeah.” I replied. “I should go too actually. Be right back. If the pot finishes feel free to pour yourself a mug.” I explained as I grazed past her heading towards the bathroom. She smiled and nodded.I got to the bathroom and thought I’d better brush my teeth. While I was doing that, I looked in the mirror and saw a bit of crusty cum on my own chin as well. I laughed to myself, and made sure to wash my face when I was done with my teeth. Flicking the light off, I. It gets even better,’ he said between flicks. Just then he found that bumpy little area on the roof of Heather’s pussy which he knew was her G-spot. He decided to give his tongue a rest and let his fingers do the walking, so he concentrated on her G-spot. Heather opened her eyes after a few minutes had gone by and he hadn’t touched her clit. ‘What are you doing? Get back to work.’ ‘I’m trying something I read about a little while ago, so I AM working. You just need to relax and let your body do.