She then moved her hands down to his by now, very hard, erect cock that she was sure just wanted to fuck her, just as she wanted him to fuck her.She p...oceeded to undo his zip and put her hands in and felt his hard masculine cock. She fumbled with his belt then he softly helped and his trousers then fell to the floor. While she was putting her hands in the elastic of his jocks and letting them fall, he was undoing her small skirt and as it fell to the floor, he removed her little thong.They both. She shook her head. "You are incorrigible, young lady." Placing her napkin on the table, the thirtyish blonde settled back in her chair with a contented sigh. "So ... why do you call her 'Pork Chop', anyhow?"Jenna grinned. "One day, Becky Ratledge said that Miss Hartley was so ugly that, that when she was a baby, her parents had to tie pork chops around her neck to get the d-dog to play with her!" She gave a snort of laughter."God, that's awful..." smiled Angelique, " ... but pretty funny, I. For years Gretchen’s tongue had pleasured dozens of women; some for a one night stands and others like Alma, for a more solid and longer lasting relationship. Few were as beautiful as the young 26 year old school teacher named Alma. On Friday evening Alma always got a call from Gretchen usually after ten o’clock after Gretchen had hit the local lesbian bars. Gretchen might have a woman that night, but she never let them stay over on Friday nights; Friday night and Saturday morning was their. After asking me politely she ordered a bottle of expensive Pinot Grigio, and the waiter brought it forth with commendable promptness. It was a bit pricey for my pay scale, but I was already getting the impression that I wouldn't see the bill; for whatever reason she was taking me to dinner.The waiter started to pour her a taste, but she immediately pointed to me, a remarkable courtesy. After I'd done my best imitation of a connoisseur, sniffing the wine's bouquet and rolling the first taste.