As only the dry can.The figure paused, looked around then looked into the car.Mick thought the figure was going to decline. Understandable in this day...and age.The figure reached out, opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. As the door closed Mick eased back out into the traffic stream. While Mick waved his thanks to an accommodating driver, the shadowy figure pulled back its hood."Thank you."At the sound of the voice, Mick turned to the figure. Revealed by the hood was the slightly. What lay before her as the drawer slid open was a pretty extensive collection of Mrs Shaw’s bras. A little bit of her always winced when confronted with such a space as it represented another woman’s most private belongings.Maybe it was tiredness. Or boredom. Call it the delay of the soft closing drawer. But something stopped Stephanie from shutting the collection away as fast as she ordinarily would have. Her eyes lingered.Then they lingered some more. She had only met the attractive forty. I ask you both where would you like us to cum, you both smile and in unison say over our faces so we can lick it off each other, we both pull out and allow you both to get on your knees, we wank our cocks until we are ready to cum, rope after rope of thick cum hits you both in the face and drips down on to your tits, you both lean forward and lick the last bits from our cocks before kissing and licking each others faces clean of cum...I realise I must have fallen asleep, in fact I think we all. "WELL DONE, YOUNG LADY. THAT'S THE BEST BLOW JOB I'VE SEEN IN A WHILE!!! You're going to have to show me your technique."Bob, feeling weak in the knees, still, looked at her with an expectant smile on his face. "If I got any better than this was, you'd have to call an ambulance for me." Both ladies kissed him, on either side of his grinning face, and Maria told him, "Then you better get to know all the drivers in this burg. You're gonna need a lot of help from your friends."Bob, needed help to.