The more we drank and dance, the bolder we got. I had one hand on Kandi’s ass, and the other hand playing with her tits. As I kissed her, I felt her...squeezed my dick. ‘You are making me so fucking wet,’ she whispered in my ear, after licking it. ‘I’m so fucking horny.’ ‘I love the sound of that, baby girl. Let’s get off the dance floor and go somewhere more private.’ I led her to a room in the upstairs portion to the club. We were kissing, and the look in her eyes said it all. She wanted to. It tasted so good I even went back for seconds. As I was pulling my skirt back down I heard a knocking noise and looked back at the truck. The guy in the passenger seat was holding up a napkin that said, “Meet us at the Flying Jay off of Exit 303.” I thought about it for a second but the temptation of possibly getting three dicks at once was too much –I gave them a thumbs up and followed them to the exit. As I pulled into the gas station it was just about dusk and the place was pretty much. Just then the waiter came over -- a big ugly bald man with large, bushyeyebrows. His repulsiveness gave Scarp an idea."Would you like dessert now, Mr. Scarp?" the employee asked politely.Noel glanced down at her plastic-coated menu; Scarp pulled it away suddenlyand the girl looked up quizzically."Don't you want me to eat?" she asked."Oh, you'll eat!" He looked up at the waiter. "I'll order for the lady. Giveher some `le prong de creme.'" I don't follow you, sir," replied the waiter. "That's not. "Miss Watson, Emma, I've wanted to fuck you for the past six or seven years."She licked me again."Oh you naughty man; I was u******e then." But not now." I said, giving in and slipping my rampant cock between Emma's luscious lips. Momentarily taken by surprise she gagged a little, but then recovered and swallowed my entire shaft. Maybe not an impressive feat; I'm not built like John Holmes; but impressive enough, especially when she looked up at me with her nose in my pubic hair and my balls on.