The highest-rated show had a host that tended to make fun of his guests if they came unprepared for a 20-minute monologue. I had watched his show befo...e and I didn’t mind it when he skewered celebrities. But I also knew I’d punch him in the mouth if he tried it with me.Apparently, other people understood that about me, too. The lower-rated show had an audience that trended older. The host had been part of the late-night scene for almost 25 years. I could remember my mother and father watching. Jeff sat with his head in his hands. We knew that he was thinking about his wife. Frank, the nineteen year old mate stood and took me by the hand and started to take me back into the trees. I stopped him and told him that there was no need to hide what we were going to do and I lead him over to one of the leaf mats on the sand, stripped off my clothes that I had put on and laid down. Frank looked at the other guys. My husband gave him thumbs up and Frank quickly stripped. He jumped between my. She then sat down, let go of my cock, grabbed at her short black tight fitting dress and pulled it up, until her hot bald shaved pussy was on show, before she then dipped a couple of fingers in to it, before looking up at me and smiling.I quickly dropped to my knees, knelt at her feet and leant in, and eagerly she opened her slim bare legs more, and i pushed my face into her moist little pussy.I just about heard her moan over the music, and then eagerly i began licking at her little soft warm. She is being retained by a huge black man who is brazenly holding her and palpitating her flesh with his fingertips, edging closer into forbidden areas. And she is doing nothing to stop him. I remember the thong! At that, and taking advantage of her brand new friend’s distraction, her own hand shoots out and clamps onto my crotch. Now, this could be seen as suggestive and flirtatious, playful. But no, she is squeezing just a little bit too tight and holding her grasp just a little bit too long..