As soon as they were out of the house, he asked me if I liked what happened last night. I told him I did, but didn't understand everything that happe...ed, so he explained exactly what it was. Then he asked if I wanted to do it again? I said sure, I liked it and had no problem doing if for him. Next thing as quick as a flash, he has his hard cock out and I immediately took it in my hand. Again it started leaking.He sat down on the edge of the bed, I got on my knees and started sucking him. Everytime her hips came up, she was within inches of my face and I could smell her pussy. It smelled like womens body wash soap and a wild smell I couldn't put my finger on. Whatever it was it had me picking up the pace on tugging at my clothed cock. She grunted and hollered as her hips shot into the air, "Ffffuck! Fuuuuuuuhhhh-shit! ahshitah yeaah!!". She continued to finger herself with her hips in the air when suddenly a small stream squirted from her fat pussy and splashed across my cheek. There were no straps, and she pulled the zipper at her side, till the dress closed about her body. She noticed that once fastened, the fold of fabric closed, hiding the zipper completely. It fit perfectly. She moved to the dresser and not wanting to look at her reflection in the large mirror in its stand next to the dresser, until she’d finished, she put on the bracelet then fumbled a bit with the necklace, finally getting the clasp at the back of her neck closed. She put the studs of the. *** When Tasha walked into the elegant restaurant, Sharon greeted her with a warm smile. She was dressed in conservative business attire; a slim grey pencil skirt paired with a demure pink silk blouse, and as usual, adorned in expensive jewels. She looked right at home in the upscale restaurant. “Glad to see you received the message and that you can join me,” Sharon said offering a kiss to Tasha’s cheek. Tasha noticed that to all outward appearances it was an innocent greeting, but Sharon.