“I can pick you up at five this afternoon at your job. We can go from there to the restaurant,” I explained.“Okay, but I’m not dressed for a n...ght out,” she said deadpan.“You will be fine honey. It’s just a drink with some people you should meet,” I suggested. “See you at five in the parking lot outside your office. I’ll be the man with a brindle dog.”I spent the time between the call and our meeting talking with two people on Sylvia’s list. But only after eating a hamburger in the parking lot. "STEFFIE, OH GOD STEFFIE," Daddy moaned as the last liquid spasm of his cock filled me. I was sweating, whimpering, trembling when he finally pulled his still semi-hard spear from me, its wet head wearing our orgasmic juices like a proud cloak. I slid down Daddy's body, unable to resist the urge to taste him, engulfing his fat cockhead hungrily as I milked the last drops of cum from its one eye, savoring its taste as it slithered down my throat. "Jesus baby, gently," Dad ordered, still. " Just then Cynthia's phone rang, causing her to look at the clock."Oh my, we have taken much longer than I thought we would. Rusty and Terry must think we forgot about them." She spoke on the phone for a brief moment. "If you'll excuse me for a couple of minutes to take this call?" We'll wait in my office," replied Sarah smiling at the sound of those words."So what do you think?" asked Sarah."An interesting opportunity," replied Sally. "She didn't put any constraints on how to do it." Yes.. ." As I bring my cock to within inches of your steaming box, you stop me, "You can rub yourself on my pussy, but don't put it in, my husband doesn't like eating where another dick has been.." "when you're ready to cum, you can shoot it on my belly.." you say with a wink and a sly grin. "Ok" I say with a grin of my own! I wrap my fist around my poor, neglected pud and start sliding up and down your slippery slot. It takes every ounce of my self control not to drive my shaft into your hot tunnel.