First, you come here and shake your booty in front of us and get us all worked up. And now you wanna leave? You expect us to go masturbatin’ in the ...arking lot or something?’ One of his friends busted out laughing. ‘Naw, naw, it don’t work like that,’ he said, taking a swig of his beer. ‘You’re goin’ home with us.’ Suddenly, she grabbed Beth’s wrist and they quickly threaded their way through the crowd. When they reached the cool, fresh air outside, they bolted for Lorraine’s car. Glancing. "I felt myself let out a soft moan in reply. "That's right sexy, you would be moaning for me," she said with her voice thick with lust.I closed my eyes tightly as she continued to talk. My fingers slowly slid between my legs until they were brushing against my pussy. I didn't have underwear on. I was soaked."Then I'd slowly slide my hand between your legs until my fingers were against your wet pussy lips and so easily since I know you don't wear any panties to bed."How could she possibly know. She quickly caught on and moved her hands to my arse, where she proceeded pulling and pushing me in pace with the slow rhythm we had going. I guided her in placing her right hand, palm upwards, between my legs, fingers pressing lightly at the junction of penis and scrotum, palm caressing my testicles. She concentrated on forming her mouth as the ultimate love channel, tongue working away at the underside of my penis head, applying some pressure upwards, ensuring amazing contact against all. Little by little I really started to feel really good and was well on my way to being drunk. It didn't matter because tonight was supposed to be a fun night and I fully intended on it being that way.At one point I went back over to my table to take a breather. I looked around for my husband and saw him sitting at another table with a couple of my aunts. He had a couple beers in front of him and was deep in conversation with my aunts. I laughed because I knew he was probably drunk already and.