He pulled his dick out and smeared it over her nipples and jumped off the bed. Colette's hair was soaking wet and stringy from sweat as he chest heave... up and down. Scott and I stayed in place as Rebecca climbed back on the bed and began lapping at Colette's puffed-out clit. Colette came again, softly, after only a minute of oral attention from Rebecca. Scott pulled out with a slurpy pop and their juices spilled out and ran down my cock, balls and buttcheeks. I placed a towel under us to catch. But myexperience prevailed and my signature strut held up. I sashayed to theother side of the car, my right arm dangling loosely, not waving itaround like a semaphore. My other arm was bent at the elbow, the handon MY purse, the thumb around the strap, the fingers dangling in afeminine manner.As I stood there, Sherri stood by the driver side door and fumbledthrough her purse. Now she was pretending to search for her keys. Shepulled them out, looked over the car at me, grinned and winked. . ..”It was a problem every male faced on leaving college. He had to find someone that would accept him as their responsibility in law. With males having so little freedom in society it was almost impossible for them to function without someone to hold a bank account for them, be responsible for their whereabouts and behaviour. Either that meant continuing to be the responsibility of their parents (something few parents were willing to do), finding a place with an commercial or private employer. I agreed and couldn’t wait to have him arrive. I poured myself another martini and sprayed some perfume on me. I was now feeling pretty drunk and Cassie has been known to get pretty wild when she is tipsy. I brushed my hair one more time and touched up my lipstick. “Crap.” I said to myself as I looked at my martini glass and it was almost empty. “What the Hell?” I poured another cosmopolitan and really felt drunk. There was a knock on the door and I eagerly answered after peeking through the.