Let me see you do your toe-touching exercises. No, no, facing the other way, silly." It didn't take long for my recently satisfied prick to swell back...up to full stiffness. "See what a sexy bottom you have," I told her, "it can even raise the dead." "You've been pulling yourself again, haven't you?" she asked suspiciously. "I haven't touched it," I swore. "Maybe you would like an even closer look," she teased, at last convinced that her bare bottom was indeed "the stuff that (wet) dreams are. We were waiting on my wife to join us, but she was taking her sweet time about doing so.We’re not really close friends, but my wife and I were letting him crash with us while he was in town. We'd run through the usual talking points. I don’t like football, so wasn’t much help there. He didn’t know much about MMA, so we failed to connect there too. We talked briefly about our jobs, avoided politics, and were really reaching when we started talking about bourbon - but thankfully it was something. Laura had gotten the main jest of the conflict in the story, Polish boy, Puerto Rican girl, gangs on the West Side of New York, roughly based on Romeo and Juliet. She said she had never tackled Shakespeare and I had to admit that I only read what had been required in school. She wore the black dress with the white collar and single strand of pearls. When the bill arrived, Laura patted her chest, indicating that I should reach inside my coat and smiled when I pulled out the one hundred dollar. My pussy is soaking. I can feel it dripping onto Tanya's tongue below me as her boyfriend fucks my ass. Oh god, her tongue on my pussy is fucking amazing. Dragging her tongue from my clit, she licks Michael's shaft thats pistoning in and out of my ass. It was the sexiest rimming I ever got in my life.I realize I'm holding two cocks in front of me. This is surreal. And oh so fucking erotic.Her tongue is lapping at my pussy lips, distracting me from the job at hand. I can't help but cry out when.