But show they did.We were at the door to receive them when the bell rang. Carol was wearing a crocheted miniskirt under her coat that hid practically ...othing; her tits were clearly visible through it and so was a dark patch of crotch hair and I had an instant hard-on. Larry wore knit bell bottoms pants and a jersey shirt with most of the buttons open; I saw my wife's lust filled eyes open."Hi lover," was Carol's softly greeting as she looked at me with those huge beautiful brown eyes. She put. He was so vain even after all these years. To drag her into one of his old haunts was so very much his style.She turned back to the bar. The bartender kept smiling at her with that "so whatcha doing later" smile. His hair was pulled back into a pony tail despite the fact the man had began to lose his hair way too early in life. His shirt hung open showing a golden cross peaking out of the deep growth of chest hair. The cross made her smile. She wondered why men like him wear them. She was. .for me or the memory of fucking his daughter? That question was answered when he ask if he could see my titties. I shivered feeling excited by this. I pulled my tank over my head and turned to him. His hands came out and cupped my tits. He fondled them and pinched my nipples. He said, "Ya know, yer mama never liked when I licked her pussy, she liked to fuck but wasnt fond of that pussy eatin'. Let me see yer pussy girl, I bet yers is really pretty. Did that boyfriend of yers lick your pussy. “But I mean. Ain’t nobody up in heah got a ass like dat. How you get dem hips and shit.” “Oh,” Tony smiled. “I got some implants about two years ago.” “Dat shit look good fah real!” “Thank you!” “Let a nigga see!” Damon could not believe his nine inch dick was stiff. He pulled it out and commented, “It’s hard! You need tah suck it.” “Okay,” Tony dropped to his knees. “Damn, bitch! Dat shit feel so good!” Tony worked his head in huge circular motions as he delivered the blow job. “Shit, boo!.