Naturally, Steve complied and departed after what had almost sounded like a dismissal to Calvin.Before Calvin could proceed with the interview, Bruise... asked, “Have you eaten?”“No,” Calvin replied in a flustered manner, having been caught off guard.“Well, then join me for dinner,” Bruiser suggested.“Umm… I don’t want to take up too much of your time and I have leftovers in my fridge at home, but thank you, nevertheless,” Calvin replied, with a civil smile.“I insist,” Bruiser countered, before. I pushed her down to her knees and she took my cock out and swallowed it whole in one go. This woman had practice sucking cock. I was ready to blow in no time. I made her stop. She said she wanted to swallow my cum. I told her I wanted something else. which she was more than happy to oblige. I had her lay down in bed and I crawled between her legs and sunk my cock into her sopping pussy. I ask her why she was so wet and she admitted she was horny and hell because what I saw in the car was only. The high pitched buzz of motorbikes. The odd car horn. My wife suggests going clubbing as we are unlikely to get back to sleep after our serious power nap. She is full of energy as she springs out of bed and heads to the bathroom to put herself together. She roots around in the luggage as I lie in bed still half dreaming. When she emerges from the bathroom, I gasp at her body, lit from just that certain angle by the bath light. She clearly means business. Short black dress, tight against. "My s!ster will be home soon. I should be there." She lifts herself up and my sheathed cock flops onto my stomach. "I'll get my stuff." After Kristina leaves the room, Lauren lifts my cock, sloppy with Kristina's juices and removes the condom. "This guy's gotten quite a workout today," she smiles as she wraps the used condom in a tissue. Damn! Could this day get any wilder? Rolling her body onto mine, Lauren stretches out so her pussy is directly against my spent cock and her breasts are mashed.