When they walked through the door, four men were standing there holding drinks, and they turned as she entered. Two young guys, and one older man all ...ooked like Billy. The other was a familiar face. She realized he was a tennis pro she had seen on TV. He was ruggedly handsome, six foot four, dressed in white pants and a pullover. All the others just had jeans and tee shirts on.The older man said "So this is Tammy. Mmmm, very nice, Billy." He took her hand, and caressed it with his other. "I'm. " I said sadly. I stopped and looked in the wash. There was a bridge that the road ran over the wash a little bit down."Hey! What about over there?" I asked him."Somebody's gonna see us though. I don't know if I am comfortable with this." He said sort of nervously."Nobody will see us. If we go under that bridge we will be out of sight." I explained."Okay, okay. Make it quick though." He said.We walked down the wash over to the bridge. You could hear the occasional car pass over. It was dirty. "You want to feel his dick, baby is that what you want? You would like to stroke him, I want to touch him too sweetie, I want to watch you two play." He said while going to sit in the chair. His dick was hard, the head purple a drop of precum capped it. I turned and kissed Carol. She was hungry, she was ready and wanting to cum off. My fingers found her wet. I slid two of them into her. She pressed hard into my hand "Oh sweet jesus, yes...fuck yes, fuck me, fuck me, meeee, yes, oh my god,. I wait until he looks at me. He exhales and looks down. I open my mouth so he can see the cocktail he dumped into my dirty little whorifice. I move my tongue around so he can see it shimmer. Then I lean my head back and with a wicked smile I swallow his cum. “Oh gawd that’s so hot...” and, like a mental case, he repeats that sentence a bunch of times. I smile and get up. I put my 7 3/4” cut and stiff beauty back into my Vicy’s black satin panties and pull down my black leather mini.