“My shift ends in an hour, and I would love a drink” she added letting her glance run up and down me. “Great” I said, “meet you in here in a... hour.” The hour went fairly fast as I parked my truck, took my shower bag inside shaving and putting on a clean shirt. When Debbie Parker came out of the store after work we quickly walked to her car across the parking lot without talking. Once inside the car and out of sight of the store she put her hand behind my neck and pulled me to her giving me a. She could hardly stand and was thankful for his support while he rubbed her. Steph reached in pulled aside her wet panties. She needed Paul’s touch on her bare skin. He took his queue from her. Her lips felt hot too his touch. They were smooth and soft and slippery from her aroused state. He caressed them gently at first. Applying more pressure with his middle finger, Paul slid it deep inside of her while laying a crushing kiss on Steph’s lips. His weight pushed against her supporting her more. I gave him a nice “warm-up” handjob in the taxi on our way to the hotel. Alan was sitting directly behind the taxi driver, so he couldn’t really see anything, but I’m sure my arm motion and wry smile was leaving no doubt as to what we were up to in his back seat. Alan didn’t always cum during these warm up handjobs, but on that day he was clearly headed toward an eruption, so I leaned over and covered the tip of his shaft with my mouth as he blasted a load of cum down my throat. I swallowed it. "Hi," I croaked, cleared my throat and laughed. "What a lovely sight to start the day with, Darling."He kissed me in spite of my stale breath and coupled with the fresh orange juice, it did the trick."What time is it?" It's after nine, Mum," he smiled. "We need to get home and packed, the flight's at three."I was still wearing my stockings although they were twisted and crooked. I sat on the edge of the bed, but he wouldn't let me take them off."I've just made myself your official dresser as.