Dave had to attend the inquest on Friday.’ I stopped and studied the menu, turning the pages as if trying to decide what to order. I said ‘The rac... of lamb sounds really nice.’ I could feel Chrissy’s eyes looking at me, willing me to continue. I ignored her. Finally she said ‘What happened?’ ‘Sorry? Where?’ I looked around as if to see if I had missed something in the restaurant. ‘Your friend…did he go to prison?’ ‘What? Oh…no.’ I looked back down at the menu as if the story was not really that. Her right hand ran up the inner leg of my thigh and touched my pussy, which made me gasp with pleasure. Lucy unbuttoned the top button of my jeans and unzipped them putting her hand down there and feeling how wet I was for her. I gasped out loud with pleasure. Everyone had gone home, so it was just the three of us in the studio. Nathan watched us with his jaw to the floor with a huge erection poking out of his jeans. Lucy pushed me back over towards the bed and commanded me to lie down on it on. ," he started to say, with great effort. "I'm... gonna... blow...!" Laura's response was simply to double her pace until she was like a bobble-head doll, furiously pistoning his cock into her throat. Jim felt a white-hot flash as his balls boiled over, and with a gasp, he jerked his hips up hard and surrendered the hardest cumshot he could ever remember having. He spewed a dozen rocky spurts of thick, hot cum into his daughter's mouth, and she worked her throat muscles frantically to swallow. I put my hand atop hers. At the next stoplight, I put my hand on her neck. She leaned over. We kissed. Bette turned into a suburban driveway, punched a remote control, and pulled into her attached garage. The door closed behind us. She led me into her house, turned to me, held me, kissed me. We left our shoes at the door. Bette led me to her bed. I pulled the sundress over her head and unsnapped her lacy pink bra. I left the bra hanging from her shoulders, cupped on her round breasts. She wore.