She stopped at a red light, and realized that her pussy was so ready, that it was throbbing under her jeans. She slipped her hand down to tease it a l...ttle more. The light turned green, and she drove on, her hand still inside her pants. Her pussy was so slippery, and warm. It felt good to slide her finger between its folds. She wondered if there would be foreplay. She missed that part of sex. Her husband, lately, had been telling her to get herself primed, and he’d join her for the main event.. Since I sent him an image of the supposed drug dealer, the geek should know his true identity very soon. It was just a matter of keeping my mouth shut until I heard back from the geek.The dinner had actually been interesting. Between Martin’s celebrity stories and Eve’s real life local stories, I stayed interested. I looked at Jenny, then suggested that we rent a hotel room in Nashville. They had all been drinking hard and I had been pretend drinking.“We can put one room one room with two beds. “Well, hi, daddy,” I said as I walked in. He gave my bottom a nice rub and I moaned. “Say, do you have any music?” I asked. I felt like dancing. He went over to the stereo. “What would you like to hear?” he asked. “Got anything sexy?” “Let me see…” He finally put on an album of jazz…perfect. I started swaying to the music when Tom chimed in, “Why don’t you dance on the coffee table? It’s pretty sturdy and I’d love to sit on the couch and watch.” So I hopped up on the table and danced real. She swirled her tongue over my shaft as she sucked and hummed. This made me gasp as her fingers fondled my balls. She bobbed her head up and down my rigid shaft. Every time her head came up, her hand squeezed my balls a little tighter.My cock was throbbing as Denise sucked the head of my cock. I screamed out that I was going to cum. She slipped her mouth off my cock, and aimed the cock head at her breast. We watched as spurt after spurt covered her breasts, with the last few covering her.