Jim had changed into the shorts without any underwear because he wanted to be able to screw her anywhere they went and do it quickly like now. Plus he...liked to flash his bulge to young girls in Walmart to get their reaction which was pretty good some times. He had her pushed up against the table as she leaned back on it with her elbows. Oh Jim I gots to pee bad. she whined as he stood in front her and pulled the wet panties crotch aside, putting the tip of his raging hardon in the small girls. “You were drunk. Beyond drunk, it wasn’t even you anymore. Ninety-five pounds of Tequila disguised as you tried to make out with me. And possibly wet the couch.”“I did not wet the couch,” she said sharply, slapping his arm. “I spilled my drink.”“Yes. Spilled something you drank. Out of your body.” He was playfully slapped again, and it actually stung quite a bit. Apparently, her wiry little Latino arms were stronger than they looked. “And anyways, Emily, nothing happened between us.”“Uh yeah,. Katie adjusted her body so she was now resting on her shoulders, giving Jake a deeper angle to fuck her ass with, as well as allowing a hand to reach back and rub her clit. As Katie rubbed her clit, Jake could hear her orgasm approaching. Reading the situation, Jake let the full amount of his body weight sink onto Katie, her knees gave out and she was now on her belly, his cock was now deeper inside her ass than it had been before. Katie cried out in bliss as the orgasm hit her. The couple lay. John was staring at my breasts and stroking his cock. I let the dress fall to the floor and stepped out of it. I danced around a bit and reached behind and unhooked my bra. I held the bra against both my breasts, then slid each strap off and quickly threw it aside. I shook my breasts back and forth. My husband was now undressed and was stroking his cock. John was up and struggling to get his pants and shirt off. His eyes never left my naked breasts. I danced until John was completely.