Just as she sensed he was about to explode in her mouth, something caught the corner of her eye. Lights. FUCK! She com...letely lost herself in the moment, and forgot where she was. In front of her lit open doorway, the pizza guys cock in her mouth, while the neighbors across the street turned on porch lights. SHIT. They hadn't seen her yet. GOOD. Quickly, she pulled her head away and reached for the door, grabbing the back of his ass in. "Excuse me but-" I stopped my sentence when I saw the warm smile and red lipstick. It was the mysterious brunette."But?" She smiled cheekily and walked closer to me. "You still shouldn't litter your butts, no matter what you're excuse is, sweetheart." Coming from someone else this would probably cause me to outbreak in a rage, but from her it was different. The words sounded like she was having a go at me, but the way she said it, I could tell her intentions were not malicious. "You've got me!". Well, most other days.” She glared at me, seeking the truth. “Okay, some days.” I laughed. “Do you miss Linda?” The question caught me a little off-guard. Linda had been gone for years, but I realized she was the only woman Abigail had known me with. “You mean do I miss her cooking for me?” I laughed. “She cooked less than I did. We were both too busy back then to spend much time cooking.” I caught a look in her eyes that I’d not seen before and decided to head off what I thought was coming. In a small mixed group, if one or two girls get naked, guys sometimes act like assholes. The girls didn't do much drinking, because we were working, and those girls who weren't scheduled to wrestle were at risk for being injury replacements. There were two or three sober girls as ambulatory boys.It was a warm night within the shelter provided by the seats, and with the body heat provided by several hundred spectators. As co-chair, I spent almost the whole time inside the seating area. Once all.