She had changed from her businesswoman's tailored suit to a tight sweater and a mini skirt, for Monica rather sexy apparel. I could see her breasts pu...h out and sag into the sweater's support in the most seductive curves -- could it be she wasn't wearing a brassiere? Then her nipples showed in profile, and I knew she wasn't."Are you going out like that, Monica?" I tried to ask casually.But she knew what I meant. She shook her shoulders at me and her breasts bobbed up and down deliciously. "Just. But, sadly for our by now exhausted heroine, a group of returning revellers did happen to pass by at this time. The sound of their maudlin delight rent the air."Nice one darling! Lovely f*cking arsehole! Now turn round and let's have a look at the front. Come on sweetheart".She ignored this cacophonous and very unwelcome compliment and hurried towards the door. It seemed that the young men were debating among themselves whether to come and inspect her at close quarters and a consensus seemed to. She opened her eyes and saw that all three of them had their cocks pointed straight at her face. They were rubbing their dicks frantically, using the drooling pre-come that leaked out of their respective piss-slits as lubricants. She could tell that they were going to fire their wads into her face. But the blonde didn't care. She didn't mind if they drowned her in gallons of come. In fact, she wanted it!She growled and humped almost as fast and furiously as the Doberman, squeezing her. Once in a while aboy would walk up and say, "Hi," and even sit down next to them for awhile. The girls were just in "tease" mode, however, and none made itvery far. At one point Rob saw a middle-aged guy, about Rob's "real" age, walk by.The guy had a wandering eye, and gave Rob a good, long stare. Robcouldn't help but have some fun - so he stared back at him, and lickedhis lips just a little with his best sensous smile. The guy was sodistracted he tripped over his own feet, and almost fell to.