And I knew that I got a much better fuck that night than the bride did! My thought the morning after was it should remain a one-night stand and a cher...shed memory. At the time, I felt that a second time might ruin the sweet memory. Then on Saturday, September 13, 2014, I was shopping at the local grocery store, when who should come up the aisle but Vince? All rippling muscles and sizzling sexual hotness. My pussy instantly began to tingle and to moisten. I ran down the supermarket aisle to him. After all, isn't that what I was doing with Ron? No, Cyn must have had a legitimate reason for being there.It was a day later when Cyn came home. "How was your trip?" Exhausting. It was great from a sales point of view, but trying to convince a bunch of dumbshits to buy from you what they know they need anyway gets to be tiring after a while." Have you eaten yet?" No, but that's not what I really want. I've been gone three days. Three days without a stiff one. Take me to bed baby and give me a. Yvonne noticed Sarah’s gaze and smiled. “You need to call me mistress when we are alone. Now take those wet panties off, my slave. Smell them and lick them,” Yvonne commanded. Sarah looked down, and her matching lace pink panties were indeed soaked with her juices. She felt herself dripping as she pulled the panties off and then hesitantly smelled and licked them. She started to touch herself. She was so wet and so aroused. She forgot all about Yvonne and started to stroke her clit. She began. After a few seconds of eyeing Tom, the woman's mouth turned into a half-smile. After all, Tom wasn't a half-bad looking guy, even if he was white.The other two women sat at the other end of the bar with their drinks. One of them leaned back on her bar-stool to get a better look at the lower half of Tom's body. She was thin but big breasted, wearing a tank-top and tight pants. All Tom could see of the other woman was that she wore a button-down sleeveless shirt, and that she was smaller breasted.