”I had a goosy skin all over my body when he mentioned about his tongue. I could swear I almost had an orgasm after his dirty words.“Sir, I have t... go. Excuse me!” I squeezed my purse harder and continued my way to the door.Suddenly I felt his strong arms around my waist. One move and he pin me to the wall near the door. He threw my purse away and lifted my arms over my head.“David, please, let me go. Somebody can enter. We just can’t.”“Shhh,” he shut my mouth with his finger “I know you want. Cum ... all from his big ... black ... cock ... oozed out of her ... puffy ... pink ... well-fucked ... pussy."They all laughed as Catherine dragged out the last part of the description in a put-on husky voice with an erotic expression on her face. Erin said, "You evil girl! You ought to write erotic stories, Sweetie. You sound like you would make a great storyteller; just not for grade-schoolers."They all laughed again and Catherine grinned and continued her description in a more normal tone. She eased up off his hard cock and couldn’t resist sucking on it. “I don’t mean it in a bad way but you look so sexy and sensual sucking on my cock.”“I’m not taking it in a bad way. It makes me want to please you even more.” They stood and walked hand in hand towards the poolside picnic table. She gazed at his stiff rod sticking straight out, envisioning their next fuck.“Where would you like me to sit?” She asked, standing by the bench seat.“Between us, so we can touch you as we eat.” Claudia. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.“No,” she said. “It wouldn’t do any good. My whole life is fucked up.”“I can’t really disagree,” he said. “I don’t really know you well enough for that, but from where I sit, it looks like things might not be as bad as they are for some.”“What are you talking about?” she asked.“Well, you have a job, and a nice house. You managed to get rid of a loser husband. You’re still young and pretty, and you’re intelligent. That’s not such a bad hand to hold.”In.