“It's already almost eleven. I'll just tell Deb I'm going to be late.” One hand is still slick with lube, so she settles between my legs and grabs...my dick, stroking me smoothly while texting her friend with the other hand.“Mmmm,” I moan, enjoying the hand job. She tosses her phone aside. “What did you tell her?”“Nothing, I just sent a picture and a few emoticons.”“Whaaa--??” She is a freak! “Seriously!?”“No, dumb-shit,” she looks at me annoyed, shaking her head. “I just said I'm running late.”I. " Do you really have to go?" Catherine asked."I don't want to, but yes, I do," Randi whimpered. "If you keep doing that, you'll get me off again."Catherine kept doing it, and Randi came again, quickly. Afterwards the two walked back to the living room and Catherine helped Randi dress, with much kissing, touching and licking accompanying each garment as it was replaced. After 30 minutes, a car horn called from the street. Catherine walked Randi to the front door."That, without a doubt, was the. There was the finger again, gently tracing it’s way back in front me me. Andrea stopped in front of me, just out of reach. My eyes moved from her wet pussy up to her beautiful, perky breasts and then to her face. She was smiling. Smiling like she was glad that I enjoyed what I had seen. “What now?” I croaked. “You wait until I am done. You still want that lap dance don’t you?” she replied. I simply nodded in reply.“Hands down, no touching me.” Andrea curtly ordered, “If you touch me, then I. I looked at her she was holding her boobs in one hand and using other hand she was holding my head.In between she locked my head between hear head. She was so wet and her pussy was so hot. I started loving her pussy and I started sucking it madly. She started to make sound.Suddenly the bell rang, we quickly adjusted our dress. She went to open the door. It was her son back from college. He asked me why I am here. I said why I am here and we started chatting, as we were good friends he does not.