We’re visiting another friend at her house right now but I should be free in a couple hours. Sure, I can come over after dinner. What about Freddy... have you heard anything from him? Oh good, everything went well with his IRS interview and he’ll be able to join us. Speaking of joining us, would you mind if I brought my friend along. Don’t worry, she already knows everything and it doesn’t bother her at all. Great, I’ll ask her if she wants to come along. See you after dinner.” “How about. I let pulled the shirt from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Vivian removed her bra as I unzipped her skirt.I pulled her skirt down, letting it fall to the floor. In front of me was her hard, thin cock. I ran my tongue over the head then down the shaft. Vivian grabbed my head as I took the head in my mouth, swirling my tongue over it as my hand fondled her balls.The fingers of my other hand found her slit and stroked its length. My fingers slipped inside her honey pot. Vivian was so. I gave up trying to kiss her tits and licked up her throat. ‘Jesus, Mitch! Don’t give me a hickey. We still have to go back to work.’ That realization seemed to redouble Rachel’s tempo. Her thrusts gained force and speed. I was forced to start buckling my knees to compensate. I discovered that this allowed me to drive into her even harder, more than matching her intensity. Rachel’s moans became groans. At two in the afternoon, there were no kids in the park, but some little old lady feeding. I froze, hand in-situ, where both men's eyes were focussed, besides my knickers were soaked, so even if my hand were not down there, it was obvious I was in a state of sexual excitement.'Get your fingers out of your twat, and get us some beers'. My face reddened as I swung my long shapely legs off the settee and got up onto my feet.Being a tall girl, like my mother, I presented an Amazonian presence around me, one that had men ogling and grabbing their crotches Michael Jackson style, I had a.