She let her pussy-eating do the communicating for her, and I could figure she meant 'Yes, we're best friends now.'. So, I stayed down on my back and c...ressed her head ever so slowly.I had to twitch a bit more then because she certainly did find my weak spot, which was located between those lips down there. I noticed that I gave her even more of my juice, and she smiled more and more because of it.She moved her fingers closer to my slit as well and massaged it for me too. So, she was covering. I calmed a little when I reached the club, after all I had business to handle. I made my vengeance towards her my top priority. When I got inside I could tell that the cleaners have been here. The blood red carpet was spotless. I always loved to come in when the club was just cleaned. I went to the bar, sat down, and made myself a drink. I felt so fucking stressed, I couldn’t help but think about our intense exchange of body fluids. I mean we didn’t use condoms, what if I got her pregnant? I. “Oh God! No! No more!” Beth cried out, as Otis kept sliding his enormous black meat pole in-and-out of the blonde bitch’s over heated pussy.“Oh God! Not againnnnn!!” Spencer’s wife screamed out, as she had her third uncontrollable mind-blowing orgasm.Beth was on the verge of passing out from the sheer overwhelming sexual bliss, from the unbelievable fucking he was giving her, when Otis ejaculated. She could feel the massive amount of his baby making cum being released deep in her unprotected. "Beth wore this when she was in high school. I guess it's your turn." I took it in my hand, felt the rods built into it and looked at mom. "It's called a waist nipper Andrew. Wrap it around yourself and fasten the hooks in the front, the tag to the top." As soon as I had it hooked and zipped up, my waist was at least a few inches smaller while my upper chest seemed to swell up! The bra was one of Beth's, a 34A. It was peach in color with lace trimmed cups that didn't look like much, but mom.