Then, “I used to have a '67 Mustang when I was in my twenties. These shows are pretty cool if you know what they’re talking about.”My relief may...have well been written on my face with a Sharpie.“You okay?”I laughed, “Yes, I flipped on the TV and this channel was on. I figured right away there was a guy somewhere.”“Ummm, nope. I’m not seeing anybody.”With that, she stood up and kicked off her shoes, pulled the hem of her shirt out of the waistband of her jeans and sort of sauntered/crept over to. That feeling cannot be explained. She was shy to reach out my tool and I sensed it. I came on top of her. Got rid of her jeans and panties which were already overflowing of her juices.I just applied some drinking chocolate to her love hole and started licking it. In no time her moans became louder and louder. In the meantime, I reached her g- spot and started tongue fucking her. Within 10-15 minutes she came and I tasted her salty yet buttery juices. It was her time to return the favor. I made. ? Being drunk took away all myinhibitions.? He put on some old discomusk from the 70?s and I started stripping out of my tank top and miniskirt,swaying my naked hips and thrusting my pelvis and shaking my boobs for all themen to enjoy.? I could see a bulgehappening in quite a few pair of jeans that night as I shook tight body to andfro, and raising up my arms and dancing ?round and round ?like a slut without a? fear in the world.? All I had on were the heels I?d been wearing? with myoutfit at. Worse, her shirt was loose and from behind, I could see her gorgeous breasts dangling inside her shirt. The mix of her tan legs, the accidental view of her breasts and the quick glimpses of her pussy made my cock stand at attention.I went into the kitchen to catch my breath and splash some water on my face. "Dude, you can't do this," I repeated over and over again in my head."Hey! You quitting on me?" Cheryl startled me and I turned and knocked a cup off the counter and straight towards her..