Melissa finally settled where he could lick her clit. Then he heard Sandy moaning above him, “That’s it, baby, suck up my juices, show him how to ...eally make me come.” He could not see with Melissa’s dress draped over his head but he knew Melissa was eating Sandy. His cock was aching for attention and relief but he held off touching himself in the wild hopes that one of the girls would at least suck him off. Melissa’s weight was crushing Gary but thankfully she did not last as long as Sandy.. This one Friday when we were getting off work l saw this buff black guy pick her up. It was rather clear that they were more than just casual friends.Ally is white, married, in her 30s, and this definitely wasn't her husband.The next time I had the chance I asked her, "So who was the black guy that picked you up on Friday?" My weekend date."She saw the look on my face. "My husband got me into seeing him on weekends when he's not home."She saw that this needed far more of an explanation. "My. We stopped and started kissing again she leaned back on one of the car bonnets and i laid on top of her rubbing my crotch onto her leg. "oooh your hard already" she said "i want to suck it right now". We went down in between two cars with her frantically pulling at my belt trying to get my jeans open and cock out as quickly as possibly. When she pulled my boxer shorts down my ridged hard cock sprung straight up directly in front of her face and in no time she had her lips around it sucking. It was how Valerie justified herself.The same seat but it was a different bartender this time. A young girl, platinum blonde hair tied back in a short, stubby ponytail at the nape of her neck. Cute girl, Valerie thought as she assessed the staff member. Valerie pointed to a bottle of Scotch that sat high on the glass shelving behind the cute blonde girls head. “A glass of that, thanks, no ice, a twist of lemon.”“Sure thing Miss,” Blondie replied. The notes that Valerie had stuffed down her bra.