Then she said sit down Doug. So I brushed the papers and shit off the couch and sat down. She asked if I wanted a beer, I said yeah so she went and go... it and damn what an ass, and she was shakin it on purpose.She came back with this big ass grin and gave me the beer then said get comfortable daddy. Then she reached down and took my shoes off making sure not to scuff my patent leather loafers. Then she removed my socks. Then this bitch got freaky on me, she took my whole left foot and swallowed. Damn, I thought, this was just as good as fucking her pussy! I hammered away hornily on her tits.I knew I was going to come, and I think Cathy did too. “Blow it on me,” she said. I pulled my cock from her tits and unloaded a stream of come all over her tits, sweater and neck and the grass. My come kept streaming for what seemed like 30 seconds. Once I finished, I leaned back to view my handiwork.Cathy cried, “Ohmygod, grab a towel from my bag!” I ran down to get her bag, and as I lugged it. "I don't know, Tran. You sure don't dress like a college girl." Sure, but I can suck cock lot better than a college girl." Don't be so sure, Tran. You can get Randy's opinion later tonight. He's an expert on getting blown by college girls." We both giggled at our naughtiness. When we T-girls talk to each other, we get raunchy: perhaps because we've sat on both sides of the aisle; or because we can abandon both our good girl pretenses and sex kitten act; or because we're most at ease with one. It got me a dance. But it became clear that one of the men in her group was acting protectively, so I knew nothing would come of it.They were not all dancing though. A few in the group sat quietly drinking, and chatting in a language I couldn't understand. I caught the eye of the quietest of them, a slender young woman with huge luminous eyes, as she sipped from a shot glass. But she looked away quickly, and wouldn't look at me again, so I went back to my position at the edge of the dance.