We dance for quite a while before we go back to our table. I get Joy another wine as we chat, my gaze keeps reverting to her, peeking at her cleavage...every time she looks away. I know I shouldn’t be looking, but I just couldn’t help myself.After several more wines and lot more dancing we decide to head home. After a short drive we arrive home. I walk Joy to the front door, unsure of what to do. “It’s been such a lovely night, you must come in for a coffee before you go home.” Joy put the. His growling voice rolling over and over in my head, that one word… I shook it off, this couldnt be happening to me! I drove off but the radio still couldnt drown out the voice in my head. The journey home seemed to take ages. And I wasnt greeted in the usual friendly way. In my haste, Id obviously gone and forgotten many things. A rather lovely argument and a trip back in the car, and I found myself back in the same building as Tom the Randy Shelf Stacker. I couldnt help but try and dodge. . oh Eric, you didn't!" Sandy squealed, as her inspectionof Eric found nothing but smooth lines and curves from his abdomen downto where his legs joined his torso under the dress. "Did you tuck itunder or are you really..." No I didn't, and yes, I'm really. Given the state that the rest of meis in, it seemed almost logical." Oh my God Eric, I can't believe you did it! I was going to try to talkyou out of it, but I guess it's a little late for that huh? What did itfeel like?" Sandy couldn't draw. Greg's steel hard prick pulsed and throbbed wildly, as he squirted his hot spunk into Treena's fiery heat. Greg had never felt a tighter grip, a more powerful milking at his shaft, and his cock exploding with such force. His swollen cock pulsed again and again, each pulse squirted more hot spunk, it seemed to go on and on, his cock pulsing and squirting wildly, Treena's fiery fuckhole clamped down tightly on Greg's cock, the tight milking action of her orgasmic release greedily milking and.