It looked already closed, floors swooped, lights switched off, coffee machines cooling with occasional quiet crackling sounds of contracting metal. Sh... took out her private key and started opening the doors, but she dropped it, slowly realising that she is actually quite drunk, and being blissfully happy about it. Sure, the boys weren't there, but she was never the one to change her mind. She shouldered the glass door and stumbled over to a leather sofa, which was always her favourite seat,. ” “Cameras aren’t a bad idea,” mused Becky as she traced her finger along her collar bone. “Yes, cameras are a bad idea. Let’s focus. We can come up with something.” They spent the next couple of hours drinking beer and brainstorming. An intervention? No, that would just be an opportunity for more denial. Drug one of them? Right, like any of them would know how to roofie someone. “How about hookers?” asked Brad. “Maybe a hooker would get him to admit it. People love to confess things to. How could such a sweet little mouth cause so much pleasure? The woman’s head pressed against Cat’s pussy hair as she raised up to lick and suck her stiff clit. Cat squirmed on the toilet seat, pulling the woman’s face into her crotch with her left hand. The woman was insatiable. She sucked and licked furiously, following Cat’s delicious pussy wherever it moved. Cat was surprised when the woman moved up and began licking the very top of Cat’s pussy. The fire from this area was amazing. Nobody. Passing several state forests. My cock was stirring in my shorts, I hadn't cum in a few days and felt the urge starting to cloud my better judgement. I wanted to stop into one of the turnoffs on the winding road and walk into the forest, strip down and walk around the woods in the nude, stroking my cock, and find a place to relax and cum all over the place. I don't know the area too well so I decided against that. I needed to touch my cock, free it from my tight briefs. As I drove I unsnapped.