She lay me down and then gently straddled my face facing towards my feet. I felt her soft thighs on either side of my face as she lowered her wet puss... onto my waiting lips. Then she lowered her own face between my welcoming, wide-spread legs and sent me to heaven by lapping up the sex-juice that streamed from my open pussy. "'From this time on, it was always Samantha and I who were left in the shower after the others had gone. As soon as they were out the door, we would grab each other, mouth. I watched it go down a couple of blocks and the guy turned left “fuck off ” I said to bike boy ,”that guys interested in either you or me and I sure as fuck hope it’s me” I said laughing.Sure enough 30 second later back going north up Clark comes a nice blue Merc, I did the big smile and the little wave, but he kept cruising bye, going up as far as the red light he turned left. I ran across the road and a minute later back down the road comes the Merc.I was standing by the closed cell phone. My stomach wrenched. Another guys cum! On her fucking engagement ring and wedding band!The guys in the room yelled.She raised the glass, said "Thanks Marcus!" and drank it. She let the cum slid out the glass slowly this time, and let the rings slide down the sides and caught them in her lips. She took them out and held them up for all the guys to see.She stuck out her tongue and licked them off a little bit and put them both back on her hand.The tray was empty, guys were yammering all over the. Wilma of Fruehauf wasn't at all what Margo had been expecting. Margo had envisioned a thin, pinched, bitter stick of a woman - like Joseph Goebbels in drag - or maybe something from "Ilsa, She Wolf of the SS" — blonde, large-breasted and armed with a riding crop.Wilma of Fruehauf was short, plump, dressed in a business suit and slacks, with brown hair in loose curls hanging down to her shoulders. Her face, rosy-cheeked and smiling, made Margo think of some hill country 'hausfrau', rather than.