“Now it’s my turn.” Her turn? Was she really going make me cum right here at the bar? I could feel my cock pulsing in my pants. It was all I co...ld do to not shoot my load at that moment. Susan leaned over and unhooked my belt. She then unhooked my pants and slid my zipper down. I wasn’t wearing and underwear and my cock was now partially visible. I was fighting to keep from cuming in my pants. I quickly looked around the bar. We were alone except for Susan’s two fans who were still seated. The taxi pulled up outside the lodge and she raced into the house though the kitchen door. David was leaning back against kitchen worktop, whisky in hand, his eyes puffy and it was obvious that he’d been crying. There was no rant, no raised voice, but the utter dismay and hurt on his face said it all. He looked at her standing in the doorway and despite the rain dripping down her face, she looked beautiful.She had always been out of his league. Even before the accident he was always aware of. What was she supposed to do? Charge in? Knock on her own bedroom door? Embarrass her friends? Sighing, she thought, oh well, there was always the ultimate fall back plan. She crossed her fingers, walked quietly away from the door, and hoped that everything would turn out OK. Back at the party, Dee had managed to get the kids not joined at the lips to form in a couple of ranks, where they were having a huge time completely screwing up a country line dance. How in the world did she manage to do. By the moans he was making, he wouldn’t last long doing this and started cumming into my mouth soon after. I decided to pull him out and catch the cum as it was ejaculated. It did, however mean that his later spurts were less powerful so they hit my tube top. Good thing I took my skirt off.The boy’s friend wasn’t that big. In fact he was hardly bigger than the 13 year old boy. He was also quite flaccid when he slid it through the hole. I took him in my hand and started jerking him but his dick.