George had long enjoyed the disposal popmusic too, even though it frequently brought mocking looks from men inother cars listening to classic rock, me...al or rap music that Georgewas far less fond of listening to than other men were.While the open rode stared him in the face, George lost himself in themusic, singing along to it and dancing with his upper body, whilemanaging to keep the car from veering too much into the abutting lanes.George felt feminine as he embraced the girly girl songs on. She writhed happily. I lowered my head and sucked a nipple, slurped at it, then took most of her breast into my mouth. Rather than linger, I quickly continued down her body. She was so wet, so ready, I put my tongue on her clitty. “What the . . ?” Mike said. He’d walked into the room unnoticed. I turned my head. He stood naked, his cock completely rigid and curving a little to one side. He’d obviously recovered. “We’re busy, Mike,” I said. I didn’t wait for an answer, but returned to Kaitlin’s. Schliesslich glitt der Typ zu Boden, erschöpft und aufs Höchste erregt.Kati ergriff die Gelegenheit, setzte sich auf den Sessel neben ihm, schlug die Beine übereinander, liess ihren hochhackigen Schuh auf den Boden fallen und befahl ihm, ihre Füsse zu küssen."Los, mach schon! Ich weiss, dass du heimlich meine getragenen Strümpfe gerochen hast. Hier, küss meinen Fuss. Riech dran, das wolltest du doch immer, du Waschlappen. Riech, während ich mich von einem echten Mann durchvögeln lasse!"Der. He has a bunch of free coupons for cocktails and you guys are using them up. You turn sideways in the seat. Unaware that you are revealing your thigh (you know that perfect part of the inside of a womans thigh, right where the tendon connects to the pelvis) until you catch his eyes locked on your leg. Now he is the one blushing. Ahem, anyway the inane and benign conversation continues. He is staying at the swanky Marriott and in town only overnight then heading home. Blah, blah blah. From time.