Angel noticed that Robin looked even more tired than her, and got an impression of her being a little out of phase. Like she had time traveled and was...'t quite back to her "home" time.They both agreed that they could not talk about what they had done, and that a quick snack and then a flit home would do them both a world of good. As they were munching, Angel learned that she had gotten a tip from the bride. A thousand dollar tip. Either she was incredibly grateful, or the procedure was billed. She moaned an even heavier moan as I touched it, massaged it through its hood. I looked at her face and her eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip. I looked down, and her smooth slit was glistening with pure desire. Slowly, I took my thumb and index finger and peeled back the thin layer that covered her clit. She moaned even more as I exposed it. So pink and hard, it shined, glimmered, in the light of the room from its own wetness. I ran my finger down her perforation until I felt. I knew it wouldn't be long....Then he shot his load deep down my throat...his hand on the back of my head forcing my head balls deep on his cock as he shot blast after blast of his hot cum into me.He'd barely finished cumming in my mouth when another guy came through the door and stood right next to me.As the first guy pulled his cum dripping cock out of my mouth I gasped looking at the bulge in this second guys pants...he was massive.I didn't waste any time pulling down his pants revealing a. " Sighing, John opened the door for her, helping her into the truck. As she climbed in, John was afforded a fantastic view of her breasts, as her shirt was quite low cut. She sat on the passenger seat, whilst John lay back in the truck cab. "Well…" John said. "I know about your little affairs with the WWF women," she said, confidently. "And…" John replied tiredly. "Well, if Vince McMahon found out, he wouldn't be to happy," she replied boldly. John bolted upright. "Ah, now I've got your.