I take a sharp intake of air, my back arching up off the bed, my eyes closing in pleasure. I feel his mouth on my neck, my tits, his hands pulling the... out of my bra, his teeth and tongue playing with my hard nipples. He moves slowly in and out of me, feeling me with his hands, his dick bringing me closer and closer to pleasure with every slide. I can feel my legs shaking as I wrap them around his body, my nails scratching into the skin on his back, and his mouth finds my mouth, his tongue. "What the HELL is going on!"Mitch's eyes had been closed while he had been moaning in pleasure. When he heard Tory's angry voice, he immediately opened his eyes and sat upright. That's when he realized that it hadn't been Tory pleasuring him; it was his ex-wife."WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, JANET?" he bellowed."I know it's been a while, lover, but I didn't think it was so long that you'd forget! You used to LO-OVE when I sucked you." I've got to get out of here," Tory said, barely above a. "Let's see if you're more patient than yourgirlfriend, shall we? Can you wait to lick until I say you can?" sheasked teasingly as she guided Marcy's nose to the skin just above herpussy like she had guided it on Lisa's panties earlier.Chelsea's pussy smelled a bit tangier, but also rather arousing. Marcycouldn't wait till she got permission to start licking, but for now shepatiently waited. She didn't know how long she had to wait for which didmake it harder.A few moments later Lisa arrived. Believing that the customer would not be able to tell the difference, the bartender poured him a shot of cheap three-year-old house scotch.The man took a sip before spitting it out on the bar. “I’m not drinking this!” he complained. “This is cheap three-year-old scotch. Now give me the good twelve-year-old scotch that I asked for!”Still looking to cut corners, the bartender poured him a shot of a moderate six-year-old scotch.The man took a sip before once again spitting it out on the bar. “This.