He doesn't mind it either. Guess that givesme the green light.Pat was in heaven as the strange girl sucked his cock. She was slow andtentative, like a...virgin. After watching her in the chair, with herunbrazen sexuality, he would have bet anything that she would suck hisdick like a pro. But there was something enjoyable about this, too.Something that took him back to his rural upbringing in Louisiana, fuckingcountry girls in the hay when both were inexperienced and wild. This girlsucked him off. “I love your touch”, he whispered. He rode off and at her request gave a wave as he joined the road.His activity with the organization and his association with a very active cycling group and also his regular association with an old work mate did give him an avenue to be out for dinner. His wife also had a religious organization that she was frequently at and also was out regularly and luckily the night of the party was also a night she had a religious meeting and supper; her organization he. On the heart she had the initials "DJ's" placed on a gold banner across the center. It meant Derrick Johnson's pussy or cunt or slut or girlfriend or lover or baby maker, or whatever. She hoped he would like it, but if not, she had heard they could be removed now days. When Judi returned to the booth, the crowds had thinned and Derrick and Terri were cleaning up. She kissed him and offered to at least help clean up. He said no, that Terri and he could handle it; he wanted her to get ready for. " he looked at his watch, " ... forty minutes and we ain't even checked in yet." God," I sighed, following Deke out of the bedroom. "I don't feel like it, Deke." Don't feel like it?" he laughed. "You got the best fuckin' job in the world and you don't feel like it? Shit." Probably some jerk who just wants to fuck me in the ass," I muttered."Could be. Come on, we're late. This sleepin' in shit is killin' us." I'm hungry too," I pouted."Get some room service; you can eat while he fucks you." Deke.