Her eyes looked up to me, as she leaned in and wrapped her lips around my purple cockhead. The playful flash of her eyes, the look of being caught out...in doing something naughty. Her lips squeezing, her hands massaging my swelling sac, as she drew my shaft deeper into her mouth. My hands gently guiding her head around me, taking her hair in my hands as her head bobbed back and forth on me. She alternated from swallowing my cock into her mouth, to lifting it with her hand, and peppering my shaft. .. you were saying something?" she challenged.Betty thought for a couple seconds, blinked a couple times, and decided what to say. "Nope," she concluded. She stood up, smoothed out her skirt, and made a final note on her clipboard. "I think you are handling things properly. I'll check in later."Tricia and Annie watched her leave, and as Betty closed the front door behind her, Annie turned to Tricia. "Trish. Did you mean that? No flying?"Tricia gave her an odd look. "Of course. Doesn't he enjoy. Good I had caught his eye, now how to keep it for the rest of the party? With that in mind, I unclasped my bra, shimmied out of it before throwing it perfectly that it found its mark on the man's chest. He picked it up, looking at what size it was to see what was being offered. Noting a C cup, he looked up to focus on my uncovered tits, sadly he was not quite so lucky. My blond hair swirled over my breasts, only allowing the slight peek at its bounty as I walked with a sway in my hips. Seeing. "I won't be nearly as rambunctious this time, little redheaded girl," I said.We helped each other get undressed. It was the first time I saw the extent of Cindy's wounds. When I peeled the bandage off her shoulder, the wound I saw was a furrow, surrounded by bruising. Her ribcage was barely a scratch, stitched closed. She WAS fortunate. I pondered what might have been with just a few inches to the right.She'd already seen mine."Am I leaking?" No," she said. "The nurse said soapy water is your.