It was a hot summer night so we were outside of our vehicles standing around drinking Cokes and, in general, talking about sex. Pat and Marie drove ...n and made the circle around the drive-in. They honked at us and waved, after which, we waved them over to stop and talk.They made the circle and returned to where we were standing. When they got out of their vehicle we saw that they were both wearing halter tops and short shorts. They really looked pretty good.You might say that the short. Though it began penetrating - uhm, as a penetrating commentary on modern culture of the day, it wasn’t merely deconstructive. It revealed a flesh - er fresh perspective on the role of artists in a capitalist society.”Kristen took a deep breath and tried to focus on the lecture. His choice of words wasn’t helping. As a matter of fact, if she didn’t know better, she’d think Professor Brewer was trying to get her turned on. All this talk of penetrating this and naked truth that made her wonder. I couldn’t wait to see her again. I knocked on the door and heard Chelsey yell from inside to come in. I slowly opened the door and walked in.“Chelsey? Are you ready?”“Bret, I’m upstairs. Is it ok if we change plans? Something came up.”“Oh, I see. Yeah, I guess we can change plans. I’ll call you later to reschedule” I said disappointedly. I’m sure she heard the disappointment in my voice. That’s when she came barreling down the steps.“Wait! What? You’re leaving? Hold on a minute.. My cock was throbbing with excitement. We sat down in the lounge, the husband handed me a beer, took his seat and she sat opposite me. Opening her legs teasingly I caught the first glimpse of her gorgeous, neatly trimmed cunt. I was salivating. I was still slightly nervous until the husband turned and said ‘are we getting on with this then’. With him still watching I crossed the room, got on my news, pushed her legs in the air and delved my tongue into her sweet pussy, she was soaking and it.