“What next?”, I asked. “Nothing. We just chilling and spending some quality time”, he replied. We ordered drinks and spoke about silly things,...little things. We were clearly going around the real subject. His phone rang. He looked at the number and looked at me. “I know its Bumpy, so answer it”, I said, trying my best to speak in a low not jealous tone. “She can wait. Not until we finish here”, Marco said as he locked off the phone. That was definitely something new. We didn’t talk about us and. She stopped and moved closer to me as if she was going to kiss me but as she reached my lips with her's she pulled away and kissed Steve again just as hard as before but as she did she positioned her arse so it was between my thighs and just in line with my hard cock. Still kissing Steve just started to grind to the music gently rubbing her arse against my inner thigh and occasionally against my cock making it jump every time her tight arse grazed against it. She stopped kissing Steve and. Her mouth attacked my balls so quickly I thought she would devour them then and there, causing the sperm to boil and start to leak. The first shots hit her shoulder, but she quickly moved up my shaft to suck the last part of my load into her mouth, keeping me there until I was soft again. Releasing me, she scooped the white deposit from her shoulder and sucked it off her fingers."All right, Mandy, I think you've learned your lesson." Yes, Daddy. I won't be a bad girl again. At least. . .not. Jon asked me to wear a mini shirt and sexy top, with no bra or undies tomorrow night when Jerry was over for a cookout. I said I would, just to prove him wrong.**The next day, I showered and slipped on a halter top with no bra and a very tiny, white, summer miniskirt that stopped just a few inches below my upper thigh. As I looked in the mirror, I thought to myself, "God, I AM Hot!"Just about this time, my husband came in and whistled and said that I would have his brother's cock busting out of.