Essentially just winging it. But I mean… who really cared? All eyes would be watching Jo anyway.Every so often, whoever she was blowing would pass t...e microphone down to Jo so she could make a comment or answer a question he’d posed. “What do you think about all that warm sunshine in the prairies?” she’d be asked.“Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm,” she’d say earnestly, looking directly out at her live T.V. audience.The cameraman then would linger on Jo’s beautiful cock-filled face and Jo knew to pose as. The moonlight made her skin almost glow and her scent.... her scent drew me to her like a magnet. I leaned forward and kissed her mound just above her slit. She lifted a perfect thigh and placed it over my shoulder. The harlot then pressed her sex against my mouth. I opened my lips, tasting a woman for the first time. My tongue slithered from between my lips and across her pouting sex. I closed my eyes again and licked her. Tasted her. Ate her. My mouth had a mind of its own as she ground her. I look back at our table and I notice that Danielle was looking at us with a grin. She caught our hot kiss. "I guess our little secret is outta the bag now." I tell Nicole. "Jack already knows." Nicole repiles. "I knew that, I meant the girls." I tell her, looking back at our table. Nicole looks back and sees that Danielle is still watching. "Oh." She says looking back at me. "Does that bother you?" "No, You?" I ask looking at her. "Nope. Jack says he'd like to see us in action sometime." She. ”“I’ve had remarkably few regrets in my life. I suppose now is a good time to get another,” Betsy said with a smile.“I ought to smack you into next week.”The other man had been looking around for any sign of their prey. Not finding any, he said, “Forget her. He’s gone.”The man who had tried to grab her, said, “One day you and I will have a long talk. You won’t like it.”“I guess that means you’re a boring conversationalist, too. Rude and boring, what a lousy combination. No wonder you’re.