She moved her shirt over her head, revealing a créme coloured bra. Oh God, thank you, maybe it's going to happen."I'm modeling my old underwear..." she said, a smile in her voice."I love anything you want to show me," I breathed. I loved looking at her body any way she was willing to let me see it. Discomfort growing in my pants; time now to commit, I undid my belt.She came to me, a wonderful hug, a rare, open-mouthed kiss, my tongue exploiting the precious chance to explore her lips, her. As the head leaves her mouth it grazes her tight lips and I give forth a groan due to the incredible sensitivity of the end. I have barely hit the floor when her mouth once again encompasses my cock into her warmth and devours the last of my sperm. We lie on the floor for a couple of minutes, me on my back still fully dressed but with my jeans caught around my ankle and this naked oral goddess clamped onto my half mast cock slowly running her tongue around cleaning me off. Finally she lifts her. She put her mouth on mine and ground her firm body against me. "That so?" she said, when she got her breath. "Well John, that's my man, he ain't been any use in bed for a coon's age, more'n a year. He had a black fever and then, well, he was finished I guess. Can't get it up a'tall, poor fellow." Pity," I said, spreading her legs with my knee. "Damn shame."She put her hands behind my neck and pulled my face to hers, my mouth to hers, and my rigid pole slipped into her effortlessly."Umm," she. The front desk held our things for us and I walked Jennifer into the Land Run Café that was on the premises. We were told to seat ourselves, so I helped each girl into her chair and I sat between Jenn and Stuart. He asked for that as it was possible.A server brought us menus, a cute girl with a southern drawl. Here name was Betsy.I looked over the menu finding all kinds of goodies noting they had Coke products. Betsy came back and took our orders starting with the two girls then Stu. When it.