Once I got in and closed the door, I heard the doors lock. I knew that there was no going back from here. I then sat facing him while spreading my leg... so he can have a better view of my face, tits, and pussy.The driver was black, looked to be in his late 40s, and had a muscular body with gigantic arms. He was easy on the eyes and looked like he just came from the gym because he was wearing gym shorts and a tank top. I looked at his left hand and saw he was wearing a wedding ring. That made me. With a grimace, she eyed the fallen ornaments and the table theyhad been on. "At least I didn't break anything." A bit less swing, and a little more twirl, would help," the blonde girloffered."Swing, twirl, trip... What do I know?" Deirdre answered with a sigh."You're learning, little sister." That worries me, too, you know."Jessica only laughed cheerfully in response to that. * * * *Sir Alomar Dumont of Ilseaa, gave Deirdre a brilliant smile. "Ah,M'lady, if I. He cries out, begging me to suck him. I hold his cock steady and lower my mouth to his cock head. My tongue lazily swirling around the purple head, tasting his salty precum. He grunts loudly, digging his fingers into my hair. ‘Kat, oh god yes!’ He gently guides my head down, sliding his fat cock into my willing mouth. With his trembling body spurring me on, I bob back up and slide back down over and over. Tightening my mouth a little more each time, silently begging for his cum. His hands. Claire's home was a Queen Anne Stick Style, painted bright yellow and blue. The gate was open so I pulled under the porte-cochere and got out."Mitchie!? Ohmygod! It's you!" Claire came running out the door waving her arms, grabbed me in a bear hug and kissed me square on the lips. Any thought I may have had about acting cool evaporated as I hugged and kissed her back and we danced around like two school kids chattering excitedly.After a few minutes we ran out of breath and just hugged. Looking.