For some reason that I have yet to figure out I got elected to be the designated driver? Seemed like a perfectly good waste of a great drunk but I gue...s someone had to do it and we didn’t plan on a limo or anything like that. I also didn’t think it was a good idea to put the comedian of the bunch in charge of the drunks – but what was done was done. So I made sure to let everyone know that Mike was very soon to be off the market. This of course meant that he got drinks and plenty of attention. " She said. "Oh, ok, your welcome to watch tv while you wait." And I hurried out side. This was bad! I was cleaning up, picking up beach towels, when Lindsey peaked her head out and asked. "Mr Anderson, where do you keep the dish soap?" "You don't have to do that sweetie." I replied but she insisted. I reluctantly agreed to let her help. I finished up out side probably just a bit too quickly. When I went inside, Lindsey was at my kitchen sink scrubbing a plate, and her bathing suit and rode up. I honestly thought I'd blow my cork. Somehow I managed not to. She took my head in her hands and pulled me into her bush. 'Kiss the kitty. Lick it. Taste me.' Her scent was intense as my tongue traced her pussy lips. Her grip on my head tightened as she guided me. 'Put your tongue inside. That's it!' Looking back at that first time, my technique was very amateurish, but my enthusiasm more than made up for it. 'Up at the top... my clit... Suck on it... Gently,' she moaned, squirming underneath. ‘Why don’t you come and sit down?’ the voice continued, helping me off the bar stool and leading me gently but firmly from behind towards some couches in a darker corner.Miraculously, one of the couches was empty and I settled down onto it with a huge sigh of gladness. My new friend settled in behind me, letting me rest back against him like a pillow. His hand started stroking my face, my throat, my shoulders, rubbing with practiced skill against the knots in my neck and shoulders. I murmured.