Those shorts were so sexy stretched across his crotch and ass.I let my hands trail down his back to his waistband. I hooked my thumbs into his shorts...and pushed them down. His cock sprung from his shorts and knocked against my balls.I maneuvered him so that he was between me and the washing machine. It had just started the final spin cycle.“Hop up there,” I instructed.He placed both hands on the washer and lifted himself onto the lid.I bent and sucked his hard cock into my mouth. I could. Together, Jennifer and I got back in the car and slowly drove away. She took her time. Both of us had been crying, and we didn’t want to crash on the long drive home. ‘I don’t know about you, but the last thing I want to do is cook. Do you want to call Angelo’s and get a table?’ Jennifer asked. ‘Sure,’ I said, but without much enthusiasm. I wasn’t really hungry, and the last thing I wanted right that second was to have a good time. But, that wasn’t an attitude I was going to display for my. One woman was filled with great hesitation and the other with grand expectations. The door opened, as they reached the top step, and Sandra faced them with the biggest grin on her face. "Come in. It's so nice to see you both and I can hardly wait to get things started." She ushered Cari and Dawn into the living room before handing them a glass of wine. "I think a drink will help settle the nerves."Dawn was glad it was wine, as she preferred wine to hard liquor. She sipped on the sweet nectar. The lips were swollen, glistening and were demanding the attention currently denied to them. I could tell she was aching. Her scent filled me like the sweetest fragrance and I resisted the urge to bury my face against her and devour her.I positioned myself between her legs and kissed my way north. I started alongside and behind her knees and alternated left then right while my hands slid upward along the inside of her thighs. Her legs parted further as she granted me full access. She was mine.