She's home maybe one night a week,” Matt remarked. I could tell Matt wasn’t a happy camper. “Well,” I responded, “I’d take one night with ...er any week.” To my surprise, Matt responded, “She’s all yours, but this would have to a quid pro quo. Do you think Deb would go along with it?” I was only joking, but Matt’s response made me think seriously about his offer. I grabbed my beer and Deb’s Tequilia Sunrise, while Matt did the same for Sandy. We repeated the drinks a couple of more times. While. But before this, Jess looked at me, seeking my permission to continue. With a big smile, I nodded yes, and she let herself enjoy the experience. Good girl. We each, kind of simultaneously, grabbed each lady’s breast, bringing each nipple to our mouths to suck and nuzzle. Sharon’s nipple were indeed huge, filling my mouth more than Jess’. To my delight, Sharon’s nipples were also pierced, with a bar through them, and a ‘D’ shaped ring outlining each nipple. As I finally removed her tunic,. All the news about the lateness had caused the increasingly bored passengers to congregate in the Sightseer Lounge. An obliging conductor had rigged the PA system in the Lounge car into an audio player and to work only in the Lounge, and a Karaoke contest had developed on the upper deck of the Sightseer. Some older black woman was currently doing a good job of singing along to one of George's favorites: Take The 'A' Train. She wasn't Ella Fitzgerald- but nobody was. Heck, chances were, nobody. Taking his dick in her left hand and putting her mouth on the swollen head, she pushed her right hand between his legs searching for the back entrance. He made a strained face as she seemed to fin her mark and started to settle into a rhythm, sliding his mouth forward and backward over his cock. After a few strokes, he stopped her with a hand on her forehead."Stop! It's not wet enough. I thought a little of your spit would suffice, as my ass is already very sweaty, but it's hurting me. Take it.