Charlotte was known as Chuck. She was not Lottie, her parents had called her that. Nor Charlie, that was a perfume; and Charlotte rhymed with harlot. ...he was called Chuck by her first lover Susan, and the name stuck, though Sue had not. Chuck had them in an interpretive dance course at her training establishment. Two friends who came to keep fit, more fun than a gym, both found that particular curriculum offering appealed to their aesthetic nature and signed up. Their assignment for the final. Reluctance now opens up wider and gets the inside of her mouth coated with his sauce. She keeps her mouth open and licks his come oozing off the hole of his dick. She makes her tongue pointed and pokes at it like she is trying to shove it up him and in doing so licks some of the lube that was in her ass off the head of his cock. The scene is now spliced to a spot where Leader is on her knees waiting for the other guy to unleash. In just a few strokes he spurts. Thick gel-like torrents land on. It was a Tuesday and that was the night they usually stopped at Mario's so I was already there sitting at the bar when they came in.The place had a dance floor and although they usually had a band it was about two hours before the band usually set up so the music was being furnished by a juke box. That didn't slow down the stream of guys who made the trip to the table to see if one of the girls would dance with them. Some of the women got up to dance, but I wasn't surprised that Laurie wasn't. As she regained her senses she felt his hand move to caress her stomach, and felt him turn slightly toward her. They embraced, her breathing heavy against him, as his hand slipped down between her spreading thighs, to finger her wet pussy through her trimmed bush. He lifted her one leg so it was over his, spreading her legs wide, kissing her all the time. He slipped two fingers up her, curling up, thrusting and rubbing against her inner wall. She moaned over the sloshing sounds, holding on to.