Our eyes adjusted,and John is waiving us over to the middle of the bar,where he is sitting.By the time we say our hello's,the guy sitting next to Joh...,who had his eyes fixated on Red's tits,shook hands with John and left, freeing up one seat.Red took the seat next to John,and although I couldn't hear what they were saying,because the music was blaring,but I could tell from their body language,that this might turn into a fun night after all.As We had a few drinks,Red was be flirty,and he was. The vodka and cokes she had been drinking all for the last few hours had taken effect, to her it felt again like there was no one else in the pub but her and Dave. She wanted him then and there, over the table would be perfect as long as he was inside her quickly. But she knew that it may be inappropriate with her parents being there and all,so quietly started to take her heels off and began to stroke his leg with her baby soft feet, moving closer and closer to his big cock, he looked at her. My mouth welled with anticipation, the engorged head of my cock looking up at me, twitching—anxious. It ached to slip inside of . . . something. Anything. Preferrably the red head appearing on my screen, my own mother. I pulled on a pair of headphones, and turned the volume full blast, wanting to experience every sound with clarity. The clip went straight into the action. The camera was angled behind Mom, whom was bent over with her face pressed against the carpet. It gave a good view of. “I think that’s why I was challenged, you know, business competition.”I grabbed another beer from the bar and did the rounds once more. The cute girl was now being fucked by some footy dude and she was a noisy fuck alright.She was bent face down over a table and was being reamed hard from behind, her hair held like a horse's rein. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she squeeled repeatedly as he plowed his average sized cock into her. Around behind me another woman was being double teamed and when I turned.