Her abdomen was a continuous spasm of the delightsI offered, her juices flowed more and more, she was nearing a climax, and we were bothready to give...our cum to each other. I felt the muscles inside her squeeze tightly aroundmy thumb so removed it and wrapped my mouth around her entire pussy as she gaveforth a load of sweet juice into my mouth and filled it with her sticky wetness. I drank it alleagerly, the flavor was fantastic. As she came for me I released my load into her willingmouth. Nice guy, Biff was. He'd go to one of the familiar haunts, plop down on a barstool, order a beer, and make like he was lonely and looking for a good time. It was only a matter of minutes before someone sat down next to him and made a move."Hey, dude. You're new here, right?" Uh-huh." Not much action tonight. Thursdays are usually slow. But, it can get interesting. Buy you a drink, stranger?" Wouldn't mind."It didn't take long to get past the small talk, exchange smiles and maybe an "accidental". This was her job, her life. She came to work at five-thirty in the morning, waited tables, collected her tips, and went home to her tiny apartment at two-thirty in the afternoon. There she showered, changed clothes and watched television until it was time to go to bed.On Tuesdays, she washed her clothes, shopped for a few groceries and other necessities of life, and watched television. This was her life. All of her life.The next day was a Tuesday, and she watched herself with a faint tingle of. Both of them saying, "Yea right." And then started joking about it.Not too long later, Jack was the one who had to take a bathroom break. He was gone for about forty-five minutes when he walked back in with a Cheshire Cat grin on his face."Okay Sherlock. What's the shit eating grin for?" Shane asked him."You remember the tall girl with long brunette hair? I just bent her over the sink and had her from behind." The hooting and hollering started all over again. Not wanting to be left out, Shane.