She was making me so fucking horny, I wanted to drop to my knees and eat her pussy in front of the bar full of men, and then she spoke to me for the f...rst time, "You alone tonight"?I nodded without answering and she signalled the bar maid for another glass of wine and asked me if I wanted one too. I declined, I preferred to snort some coke and had a little in my handbag.The girl serving us was sultry, a little rotund with heavy breasts, the type drunk men slobber over and pay good tips too, as. I continue my licking and biting all over your apple bottom, savoring the flavor of your supple flesh. Just when you can’t stand it any longer, I stop. I lie down on my back, and beckon you to get on your knees. You take my cue, and put your knees on either side of my face, so that you’re hovering over me. You try to lower yourself down onto me, but I hold you up, just so I can tease you a little bit more before giving you what you want. I kiss and nibble the insides of each thigh, and then. Loud moans escaped from my mouth as he played with my pussy.Marcus leaned in and took a big sniff. “Damn, Becky, you smell fucking good,” he said. “Ohhh!” I moaned.“Eat me!” I demanded. He obliged, spreading the molds of my lips apart and shoving his tongue down into my quivering pussy, sending me into a whirlwind of feelings, hardly able to withhold my orgasm. He sloshed his tongue in and out of me while continuing to stimulate my clit. The power behind my inevitable orgasm hit me like a jolt. Yes. That was something else. She wouldn't think anything if she just saw me. It had to be more. She had to see me naked. Yes. Of course. I shuddered just thinking about it. Mind you we weren't that strict in our family. I had on some occasions seen my sister or my mother in various stages of nakedness. Or dressed more or less. Never completely nude though and never for a longer period of time. And now to consciously expose myself with an uncertain outcome.I started out slowly. Walking around.