His breath is coming faster now (god, he sounds turned on and there's no way this is going to end with just his dick in my mouth; fuck, there's no way...I'm going to eat his cum) and hearing him breathe like that makes my own cock ache (god, please tell me this isn't really happening; I'm not really sitting here sucking dick). He let's my head move back away from his dick as he moves his hips back (oh finally, it's just the tip in my mouth right now and I think I can handle that much of his. “But look, we’re just talking, and you’ve been drinking too much. I suggest I leave you my private number. Tomorrow you might want to forget that we had this conversation. But if not …”“I’m not that drunk.” There was a new clarity to her voice and her expression was keen, adrenalin suddenly suppressing the effects of the alcohol. “If you’re serious, if you think we could come up with something …”He considered her. “You’re sure about this?”“Fuck yes.” She gave herself up to her secret. A lot of the stores looked typical enough. There were a few clothing stores across the way and a shoe store too, but then she noticed one place in particular that certainly was anything but typical, at least in her experience. The sign above the door read ?Buxom Bodies? and in the wide store window she saw just that. There were naked women with voluptuous bodies parading back and forth in the widow. People walked by as if that was completely normal. Oh, but the women weren’t completely. My interest though as the lights dimmed and music began toplay was on what was happening between Avril and Raul. Mom and Arnaldowho I had just learned his name, seemed intent in just general chit chatso I shut my radar off from their direction and concentrated on Avril'sconversations.A few drinks's flowed both Mom and Avril had already visited the dancefloor while even I had been up once as Mom insisted all three girls wentup alone as the two men visited the bar for another round of drinks..