For a couple of minutes there was nothing but the wet sounds of sex. Sam, apparently done for now had gone to get a drink of water then settled off to...one side to watch. Brandon was seemingly developing some sexual stamina and showed no signs of slowing down, apparently happy to stare down at Tegan’s ass, watching her pert cheeks ripple each time he entered her, his dick being swallowed up by her little star until eventually he felt himself ready to blow, almost surprised by how quickly it came. As it turned out, Frank was very much what we now refer to as a "Big Shooter", his ordinary, every day ejaculations were anywhere from 5 - 8 thick & rich spurts, and if he'd gone several days or a week without blowing his load the results would be nothing short of spectacular.I know this because I sucked Frank and swallowed his loads up to two or three times a week, every week, for well over a year. The phone would ring, it'd be him-- "what's going on?" not much, man, are you heading over?". I did have a fewmoments with the butterflies returning, but they passed quickly. I tookoff the coat and handed it back to Brad. I could feel a number of eyesturn my way, and several soft comments were made, too. I did a quickhair flip and adjusted my purse strap. I kinda wished I was wearingsomething even more outrageous now. I wondered what could be moreprovocative, but not get me arrested?Brad hung up his coat and took my arm, guiding me into the bar area. Imade sure to put an extra emphasis. Embarrassed, he adjusted himself as best hecould.Finally Jen decided on a color and the salesgirl rang up the sale.Smiling she handed the bag to Jen. Then to Tom's further embarrassment,Jen opened the bag and took out the nailpolish remover."Here," she said in a loud voice, thrusting the bottle toward him. "It'syour nailpolish remover. You carry it."Tom had no choice but to take it gulping when several customers turnedtheir way. His bright red nails were plainly visible as he gripped thebottle.