“Hey, it’s a party right?” He and the other men chuckled. Darlene pulled herself away from Frank. Almost out of nowhere, her bitchiness seemed t... resurface. “Well, I’m not going to have my son drinking any beer. He’s underage!” She walked away from the husbands who were left standing confused. They watched as Darlene walked by their wives with a haughty air. “I certainly do not appreciate you allowing your husband to serve beer to my son,” Darlene snipped at Helen as she walked by. Darlene. She pulled her foot from my mouth as her body shook. I loved watching her orgasm, she always seemed to glow and shine."Fuck me baby," she said as she came down from her orgasm.I pulled away from her feet and spread her legs. I inched forward, pushing my cock into her tight pussy as I held her close to me. We kissed passionately as I fucked her as hard as I could, making her scream into my mouth."Fuck me Johnny. Yes, like that. Then you can cum all over my toes. I know how much you like that."My. A half hour later a large black limousine I recognized pulled up to the curb near me. Rising from the back seat was the old rat face man. The automatic hung impotently in his hand. The little man stood over me. One of the goons pulled my head back by the hair so I was looking up at him."You don't want to get me out of bed again, understand?" Fast Freddy said. He was perhaps a little more cranky than usual. It was hard to tell. The man was not happy anytime I met him. "You keep your nose close. ” “Do you want a blow job.” “Er… well… um…” “That’s OK,” I went on, “It was sort of a rhetorical question. Of course you do. What man doesn’t? And Jen’s a bit of a slapper, and you’re a nice looking guy. What’s your name, nice looking guy?” “Michael,” he said, “Mike.” “Hi, Mike--nice to meet you. I am Nicki, and this is my friend Jen.” “Nice to meet you both too.” His smile was nervous, to say the least. I slipped off my shoe, and put my foot against Mike’s leg. Slowly I slid my foot up his.