I had been there before and had really enjoyed it. The steaks were perfect. Joan got ready. She wore a Lilly Pulitzer sleeveless, backless crop top an... skirt. The colors were perfect, parfait background set off with succulent green palm leaves. Joan had had the skirt shortened and the crop top was held by only the thinnest spaghetti straps. She looked stunning. Her hair was loose around her shoulders and she wore some of our favorite jewelry. I wore a blue linen jacket, linen pants, black shirt. With my free hand I cupped a small, pert breast; just barely enough to fill the palm of my hand and so firm and shapely as to be almost weightless. Testing its pliant softness between my fingers brought me to raptures; they were truly perfect in every respect and so wonderfully small that I imagine they will probably retain their perfection even as she ages.Cradling her body in my lap, we kissed more openly; her searching lips pulling at mine, punctuated by breathless gasps as I made tiny. "Woman are treated better and theyaren't expected to do anything except dress up and look pretty." His eyeswere directly centered on her cleavage. He was clearly eye-fucking her.Not only was he a misogynist, he was a pervert!Sarah finally had enough of his shit. She exclaimed "You're nothing but asexist pig! You have no idea how hard it so be a woman in America. Youhave no idea what it's like to be hit on all the time, to not be treatedseriously as a human being." You're right I don't," he. The mixture of the weed and wine only made the sensation feel even better. While she’s sucking me with that big ass in the air, my boy comes behind and smacks her ass. She doesn’t flinch and continued to work her mouth. I closed my eyes for a second and next thing I know, my boy is giving her backshots and shoving her forward with each thrust. We took her right there, on his porch, in the middle of the afternoon. I held her head and fucked her mouth while he clapped her cheeks from behind. When.