“Bitch.” She said, with a pathetic slur the word tumbling from her mouth in a rush of barely distinguishable syllables. Immediately, what was left...of her sober mind made her come to a realisation as her head shot up from off the table. “Oh no! What's going to happen if I see him at the office? It’s going to be so awkward… Kill me now.”Aside from her the youngest of the three women peeled the drink coaster that had gotten stuck to their friend’s face. “At least you tried.”“Bet she’s wishing she. She shifted her hips, encouraging him to move faster. Yes, that was good. She could really feel him inside her now. She urged him even faster and harder, lifting her hips to meet his downstroke so she could feel his hardness deep inside her. He was sweating hard in an effort not to cum, his teeth bared and her eyes tight shut. She could feel her heat rising."Yes, white boy. Fuck me harder. Make me cum," she murmured.She curled her arms around his back, pulling his hard chest against her. And also two lips on mine and a hand onto my cock. Decision time - go with it and experience something truly great (well potentially great) or make my excuses and ask her to leave. My cock did the thinking - again - for me and became instantly hard and sprang nicely proud from my trousers. She liked this - it was clear - and dropped to her knees to start sucking me off. Now there was no return - and none for my spunk either as, after a few seconds of this my pent up horniness came to a head. I. She was right, that would be a great look. So after payingfor the dress we beelined to the salon to make an appointment. Withthat in hand we next had to buy a pair of satin 2" heels to go with thedress. Luckily at 5'9" the heels would still make me smaller than Kevinwho was 6'3". We then took the heels to the shoe shop to have them dyedto match the dress. The next stop was the lingerie store to get a goodstrapless bra to go with the dress. I had not even thought ofthat...good thing for Mom's!!!.