"Holy shit, your wet snatch is unworldly too, just like your mouth. You're the complete package." he let out, holding me in place and helping me go up...and down. "I'd surely want you to slap me, torch my porche, and take a sledgehammer to that 65-inch TV too, if I ever thought about trading you in, even for a second." "My turn to say duly noted, and I will do all of that, so you better not present those circumstances to me. You love my knockers, and I love your dick. We both believe they can do. She stood up and removed her skirt. Her blouse came next. She was working on the bra when she finally spotted the three men watching through the glass wall. I had Riley on her knees by then. I was just working the head of my cock into her mouth when Geri noticed the men. She gasped and exclaimed, “You son of a bitch! You knew they were out there!”I smiled, shrugged and replied, “That glass wall has become one of the perks of their job.”I didn’t wait to see what she was going to do. I don’t care. The place was great and the ambience was exceptional. We were sitting in the outside part of the restaurant bar by the corner whicjh makes us very private and can barely seen by other people. We were two guys and there were three girls including her. In a rectangular table, she sits beside me on my left while others were sitting in front of us. She ordered a drinks for us which was a cocktail and started to drink while others are still eating. I was the one who made the choice of the food and. Becky’s hand had now arrived between her legs, spread wide, her fingers smoothing over the fabric of her joggers. Then she got up and delved in a small drawer by her bed fishing out a flat-backed wooden hairbrush, her hand stroking the shiny surface almost lovingly. ‘I had hoped she would use this on me,’ she said, almost ruefully, ‘I really needed a good dose,’ then turning towards Tara, ‘would you use it on me?’ ‘You’re kidding, right?’ ‘Please Tara, I can’t ask anyone else can I?’ Becky.