I'll blend into the crowd and watch as you flirt with some guys." Michael, we just played the game last night," Jen said warily. "Anyway, it's late. D...n't you have a meeting tomorrow morning?" Come on, just for a little while," Michael insisted. "It'll be fun. You go first, and I'll follow in about 10 minutes."Jen shook her head. She had misgivings about this, but she could tell Michael wouldn't change his mind. They'd get home faster if she just played the game for a little while.The bouncer. She had everything planned out, even to the place where she'd do her final practice. It included a promise of a steady job, afterwards; and a place for both of them to live, openly, together - three hundred miles away from here. But, that was almost five months away. They had no money, and no income, right now.I looked at the girls. They both were attractive in their own way; Erin was redheaded, curvy but not at all fat, while Reyna was dark and thin. With the right clothes and makeup, she. The dining room was so quiet it felt like the world was on mute, and the only sounds to be heard were Anthony’s soft murmurs of encouragement and Raoul’s gasps as he drew closer to orgasm.Not that either man seemed overly concerned with the wider wishes of the diners around them, lost as they were in their own little bubble. Raoul’s hand became little more than a blur of movement, fingers moving up and down the thick shaft, his thumb playing over the tip of his cock as he used pre-cum to. Katie humped up to meet his strokes, her cunt getting wetter and hotter, her pussy slit contracting repeatedly around the satisfying stiffness of his fucking prick. The wife and her unknown teenage lover fucked in rhythmic unison, oblivious to everything except the torrid energy of their coupling. Joechin's pistoning cock relentlessly pounded into the gushing depths of her pussy. The sounds of sloppy sex filled the room that was barely audible over the loud music that played downstairs. The.