Wear noth­ing at all. I mean, we’re mak­ing cof­fee back there. What if some­thing splash­es out. That is one place I don’t want to get burne..., but if you want to know what I mean, all you got to do is look at So­phie.”I couldn’t help my­self. “Who’s So­phie,” I asked.“Oh, she’s not here right now, but she’ll be in later but if you want to see her pussy, all you got to do is ask. Speak­ing of which ...”It took me a sec­ond to re­al­ize what she was doing. “No wait,” I said.But she was al­ready. In the meantime, you can wait at the bar, here. What would you like to drink?" "I'll have a Coke." The very nice, polite bartender reached for a glass and filled me a Coke as I sat down at the bar. Then he set the drink in front of me and introduced himself. "I'm Doug," he said. I smiled. "I'm pleased to meet you, Doug. I'm Courtney." "You have nice tits, Courtney," said Doug looking down at my big C-cup titties. "Thank you," I replied smiling. "Do you mind giving strangers blow jobs?" he. We did it!"Gary Finnegan had a tear in his eye. He had never been more proud. His son was now Middleweight Champion of the world.Billy Finnegan had never been more angry plus he just lost a bundle on the fight. He thought for sure that Ricardo Fermin's ring experience and superior height advantage would defeat Jack Finnegan. Jack had screwed him over yet again.Jack had finally made it back to the change room. He had 2 belts in his possession the WBC & IBF Middleweight Championship belts to be. "You're so impatient, just watch."Slowly the girl drew the panties back up until they were nearly, but not quite back in place, then gripping the waistband, she jerked them up hard, the narrow band of the gusset went right up between her cunt lips, and she screamed as the cocaine mingled with the glistening wetness around her clitoris.She jerked and dropped to her knees, legs wide apart and a clenched fist ramming the panties up hard into her sex, her head went back as her eyes rolled. Spasm.