My tongue went below to her anus, rimming and licking across. She jerked, “Ooh!” in surprise. Then again, a low groan. Time. Up over her little pe...ineum, dipping into the by now open and ready vagina, circling its open mouth, kissing it with mine.Now she was thrashing about. “Oh, fuck! Fucking hell!, Oh yes, yes!” I held her hips still against her striving and her protests, while I brought my tongue slowly, oh, so slowly over her neat little inner lips, first left, then right, but no clitoris. " Albert chimed in, breaking the tension.Joe laughed so hard, the others in the store all looked at them. Those that weren't already checking them out, that is. "Yeah, right." Joe doubted his friend."Whatever." Albert casually replied. Then he handed the magazine to Joe and moved down a bit looking for more titles.Joe took another look at the Biology teacher's dick and wondered. Then he put it down and moved on himself. They each began to thumb through many of the mags. There were all the. The girls were at the end of the line. Each gave me a big hug, kissed my cheek, and said they each wanted a night with me sometime soon. Even some of the men, but that was to hang out to get shitfaced.If the driver hadn’t told them they were wheels up in ten minutes, the girls might have thanked me by dropping their pants, bending over, and letting me roger them until I came in each of them.I explained that now that they were back on track that I had my transportation awaiting me where I came. He quickened his pace and reached the restaurant entrance. He reached out and grasped the brass doorknob in front of him and felt oddly comforted by its cold, gentle smoothness, its normality. Swinging open a heavy wooden door he entered.In the foyer was a dark wooden podium with a reservation book open upon it. The walls were a dark, creamy color decorated with an 18th century portrait of Nell Gwynn, the famous courtesan who became the bedmate of King Charles ll during the English Restoration..