It looked like the rain might last for a couple hours. He had been there for awhile, nursing his cappuccino when the door creaked open. Timothy, whos... back was to the door, turned to see who had come in and there she was! She walked into the coffee shop and stopped just past the doorway. She was soaked and looked as if she had walked a fair distance in the downpour. She also didn't have an umbrella or overcoat - she obviously wasn't prepared for the change in weather either. Timothy couldn't. She opened, her tone confident, "Mrs. Jones, I hope this isn't still about your daughter not starting today."Mrs. Jones' face gave in slightly, not used to not getting her way with her bully tactics. She continued her aggressive approach, "I spend good money for my daughter."Layla's smile faded and she spoke with authority. "Look Sammantha, it is way too fucking hot to sit out here and argue with you. If you want to continue this, get in my car now and we will continue this conversation at my. At her request, I let her chug from a bottle of wine while fucking me. It was incredibly hot. She looked down at me between swigs with the same smile she keeps on her face when you’re telling her a joke, except with moans coming out of it. Emily’s moan style was great because there was a lot of breath in it. It was an even combination of vocal chords and breathing. She moaned on both inhales and exhales. This is how I liked my women in college. Emily shook her hair out of her face, cocked her. It was so erotic seeing Joan surrounded by those three horny men, and I was proud of her for being able to handle it all. I was in a dreamlike state watching Joel fuck her with his big, thick cock, and listening to the sounds of Joan moaning and the other two men noisily sucking her breasts. Joel fucked her for about ten minutes, just as Clint had done, and I guessed that they were lasting longer after having fucked her several times each the previous night.I watched as Joel ejaculated into my.