I slowly and gently roll onto my side facing him. My hand reaches out and I let my fingers lightly glide down his belly, to his flaccid cock. I wrap...my fingers around him, squeezing ever so lightly and start moving my hand up and down his shaft."Just what do you think you're doing, Tina?" He asks softly.I jump at the sound of his voice. "I'm just going to wake you up, daddy, I know you always get up early," I said to him as I scoot down and lick the tip of his hardening cock with my wet. "Oh, yeah! You most certainly did! "I mean, the way you had me bucking my ass off, I wasn't sure if I was coming or going!" "Oh, let me assure you, kiddo! You were most definitely coming!" "Yeah! I guess I was at that..." *** "So, my pretty little miss!" Beth playfully teased as she lazily ran her fingers through the neatly veed mate of her lover's pubic hair. "Am I a keeper, or what?" Jo, after a feigned moment of thoughtful contemplation, mused, "Yeah... I kind of think you are at that...". They very often did. “Nice suit,” she thought. Hugo Boss, if she had to make a bet.But he was sort of cute; often they weren’t. He looked a little like a slightly older George Clooney, that was if George had let himself go a bit. He watched her as she walked back into the room. Noticing that he was sipping upon what looked like a glass of wine, she asked, “Would you mind if I made myself a drink?” These were the first words she ever spoke to him in person, she remembered that later.“I’m so. "That left me and Rebecca sitting thigh to thigh on the bench seat. I asked what she would like to drink, and I was gobsmacked when she replied, "I'd like a long slow comfortable screw up against a wall."She giggled at my amazed expression and explained. "It's a cocktail; perhaps I'll get one later, meanwhile a white wine would be lovely."I went up to the bar thinking on what she said. All the signs pointed to shag in prospect, and I was well up for that.We left arm in arm at closing time..