O'Malley's is an Irish pub not far from my office. It is a favorite after-work watering hole and sometime lunch destination for my co-workers and me. ...rom my vantage point on the end of the first high-backed booth, Iobserved my sweetheart step through the door around five-thirty. Her smooth, feline strut oozed sensuality. She paused as her eyes adjusted to the changed light. I rose from my place and stepped forward to greet her.We hugged and kissed each other lightly on the cheek. I gave her a. She could hardly open her mouth wide enough for his cock, and he was grabbing the back of her head, and trying to deep throat her. It didn't work."Right, pull out. My turn" he said, and I withdrew my cock from her bald little snatch, wondering how that cock; about as big as a Greyhound Bus: was going to try to park in her little garage. To be fair, she was up for it. It was awkward and uncomfortable watching him pushing and readjusting, to try to get that massive bratwurst into her tiny smoo,. .. and I love how you grew up to be a dirty slut. You're such an obedient little whore too."He drove his cock into me a couple more times as I expressed my willingness to please him, "I'll do anything you want daddy, AN-Y-THING!"A few more thrusts, harder faster ones than before, yet still he did not cum but held still with his cock deep inside me wildly jerking and pulsing, expressing its desire for release denied by the man who maintained full control of his body. I was both surprised and. Now here she was, stopping by, parents out of town and supposed to be at church youth group. I wasn't quite sure what she had in mind but I let her in and asked if she wanted a beer. She said, "Sure."I introduced her to my teammate, Fred, who was eyeing her up like a piece of raw meat. She says, "I'd like a hit of whatever you guys are smoking, too."Fred quickly rolled one and passed it around. We small talked for a bit, laughing and joking, when she said, "Hey, I don't think I've ever seen the.