She looked up, returned the smile and gestured for me to come over. I jogged across the street and slowed my pace once I saw that she was wearing just...a bikini top and loose fitting short shorts. She sat almost upright in her lounge chair with her feet up and her legs parted. Her shorts hung loosely from her inside thigh allowing a nice view of her trimmed pussy. My eyes were drawn to her crotch almost magnetically. I tried to focus on her face but couldn't stop myself from sneaking peeks of. "You like getting fucked?"A second nod as the waves never let up inside me, threatening to make me buckle if he weren't holding me up."Are you a dirty girl?" he snarls, reaching around with one hand to maul my tits and pinch my nipples.I can do nothing but nod, the power of speech reduced to mere groans as his cock continues to plunder my insides throughout my orgasm."I bet you are. Underneath that prim shell, I bet you're a filthy fucking girl. A real dirty slut."He yanks his cock out and the. I had him put his hand up my dress and start rubbing me. I was so wet, he pulled the panties over to the side and stuck a finger in and I was so wet, I started cumming in the club. Our waitress kept looking at us but never saw us. I was so horny, needless to say we missed the comedian. Afterwards we went downstairs to the dance club, and found a railing on the balcony above the floor in the dark. There were a few people around, but not many ass thone in to the late show. Music going, I was. She didn't want to miss dinner because of the antics of Victoria. There were three Cornish hens in the refrigerator. Looking around on the counter, Denise found the recipe that Dale had left out for her. She said, "This looks good. I think I'll fix up a nice romantic dinner with Dale."Gathering the ingredients, Denise prepared the Cornish hens. After she slipped them into the oven, she went to work on the side dishes. The note from Dale recommended green beans and she decided that she'd boil.