"The other stud filled his own paper cup. He was out of the hand."I'm going home a horny man," he said. "Mary Lou's on the rag. There's no fuckin' jus...ice."Nicole cleared her throat."Hey," she said, leaning against the door-post, "who do I have to fuck to get a drink around here?"They all turned, and Nicole's jaw dropped when she saw the face of the third man. It was Bill Archer, the detective who'd gotten the goods on her husband.Archer's expression didn't change as he stared back at Nicole,. And I really think that my curiosity had been just a phase, because I hadn’t thought about it in years. I turn back toward the car, resigning myself to my favorite vibrator, but feel an iron grip clamped around my arm. “And just where do you think you are going?” I would swear there was a chuckle in his voice. “Um, I think this may be more than I bargained for…can you just take me back?” Even though it is mostly dark, I can feel the intensity of his gaze. “No way, sweetheart, I gave you a. Yeah, that's right. Does it taste good? I knew you'd like it."I watched her licking the moist tip of it. He had his arm around my waist, holding me against his hip. My own dick, as rigid as ever, was brushing his balls."Now Bill," he said, "Just skin it back for her.I skinned it back like he said. She licked the honey as it flowed from him."Show us how much you can take." he said. She opened wide and took the whole head in her mouth, making a lot of sucking noises as she went."Can't take very. ” Her words arousing me as I watched Marylin’s friends obvious mental turn on.With that Marylin disappeared into the bathroom in our bedroom and I thought that was the end of that particular conversation. Marylin’s friend and I switched the conversation to far more mundane and arcane matters and we began to wonder what had happened to Marylin.In due course Marylin reappeared from the bathroom and it became obvious why she had been gone so long. Wearing a very confident smile, high heels and.