She started grinding on my mouth and tongue. I was working as hard as I could to make her cum. She started bucking and writhing and had to put a pillo... over her face to muffle the sounds she was making. When she finally relaxed a bit, I stood up and took my clothes off. I was as hard as a rock and soaking wet. I crawled between her legs and started sucking on her nipples. She reached a hand down and grabbed my cock and began rubbing it all over her pussy, mixing the juices together. Then, she. There standing before them was a very beautiful young woman (with still red eyes), in a tailored print (a yellow, orange, brown, and red flower abstract that looked like it was made by a little kid) dress, with straight skirt that came up well above her knees, revealing legs that would be very attractive, if they didn't need to be shaved. At least they were blond.There was a salesclerk behind the girl, her hand still struggling to hoist the zipper. "You should wait until you're properly dressed. A tap on the privacy screen startled me. "It's time," said Bess.Through the tinted windows, I watched as the City disappeared behind us. We took the Tri-borough Bridge and headed east. Eventually we arrived in East Hampton at a small but expensive house. The driver got out, removed his jacket and tie and grabbed a rolled up leather kit. We watched him pick the lock and rush inside to disable the alarm. "We've been spying," said Bess wide eyed with excitement. My heart seemed audible as it. "Thanks man; that was brave thing you did." What was that about?" Craig was beside himself with inquisitiveness. I was so stunned by Jordan's brief visit that I couldn't answer Craig, even if I could have thought of an appropriate response on the spur of the moment. I shrugged like I didn't know what Jordan was thanking me for. Just then, Sims Carter came to my rescue."Oldham, that girl you danced with last week was asking for you." Oh no, I ain't getting hooked up with her again," I said,.