" Somehow, I doubt that you let your emotions affect your business decisions," smiled Ken.Except were you are concerned, Joan thought. She hadn't been...able to get him out of her head ever since they'd met, try as she might. Nightly masturbation sessions had seen to that. Recalling her fantasy, she'd even taken to sucking her juices off her fingers while she fingered herself. The embarrassment of liking the taste hadn't stopped her from continuing the practice.Since she was sitting so close, it. "Get in the back," I told Pat.I was the first in the back seat. Pat took longer because she took her skirt off before getting in. My cock was stiff and out of my pants as Pat climbed in the car. It gained another level of rigidity when I saw the stockings, garter belt, and her hairy bush.Pat sucking my dick was the easy part. When it came to inserting my dick into her, that proved more difficult. It had been a long time since we fucked in a car, and we were older. After some effort and. "But why should they say that? I'm so totally NOT a slut. The only guy I've ever been with is you, except for that stupid Jack Johnson, and he just touched me a little bit. I've made it clear that I'm only having sex with you. The only way I'm a slut is if I'm an Alan slut. I'll spread my legs for you anytime, anywhere, Beau."She giggled, "Right here is good." She adjusted her position to place his dick in her cleavage. It was time for a titfuck.Her tongue flickered at the tip of his boner. "Yeah, didn't look like they had a chance up until the fourth." Damn, impressive."I nodded again, this time in agreement.Elizabeth interjected, "Oh no. No sports tonight." She paused, smiling at both of us. "Nothing kills the mood faster than sports." She leaned into Freddy, resting her hand on his stomach and looking up at him. "Do you want to see the upstairs?"Time stood still as soon as she asked it. I felt a cold chill run down my spine, she really was wasting no time. Freddy smiled and.