Usually on the pretext of wanting to order mags advertised in a magazine, so I could open the mag to that page which then by chance happened to have a...photo of a bare girl with my pervy captions all round it. That was just one way of letting a woman know I was a perv and a wanker. Of course those ladies sold bare-girl mags, so they would probably see quite a few pervs. But reading my mags in my van was a way of being seen ogling them, and where I parked decided who would see me in the act - if. With a grunt, she threw her head back and I instinctively moved my mouth to the nape of her neck and gently bit into her flesh. She convulsed in my hand as I slowly split her inner lips and let my finger sink into her, sliding deeper into her through her juices. I had all of her weight skewered on my finger as I introduced a second finger. I remember her tightness as I felt her fingers convulse around my fingers, squirting more thick viscus juices into the palm on my hand. Her head came forward. Scott began to stroke his cock wishing to get back into the action. The girls rubbed their pussies and ground them against each other faster and faster making a cummy mess. Kate told Scott if he wanted to play again he would need to lick them both. Gladly Scott moved onto the bed. As the girls disengaged, Scott licked Kate’s messy cunt first. Karen watched as she stroked her tits and slipped a finger into her pussy. Scott sucked the mixed cum from Kate’s dirty pussy making her gush one more. I thought of his card in my purse and with a thrill realized I had made up my mind to use it. As midnight approached the club had become well nigh impassable with the influx of working girls, for some their night's work was over and this was relaxation; for others their night's work was just beginning. The tenor of social intercourse shifted up a gear with their arrival and the arrival of their admirers - or patrons, I suppose. The two hours between midnight and closing were the real raison.