“The reason I asked is because I need a ride home. My car is still in the shop getting worked on.”I then replied, “Sure, I’ll take you home. ...But how did you get to work today?” Then she answered, “A friend of mine I work with brought us both here. But she had to leave early due to a family emergency.”“Good enough.” I said to her. Then I suggested that she’d meet me back here at the food court as soon as she got off.“Okay,” she said, “see you later Mark.”“You too dear.” I said to Lisa just. "Hmm, okay, now take your hands away from those little dicks so we can see what you got there."I could see John's face was bright red, but I also noticed that as his hands came away from his crotch he had a big stiff dick that any sixteen-year-old would be proud of."Not bad," said Rhonda as she inspected John's teenage equipment. "Now you, you little jerk."I followed John's actions, knowing that I was smaller than him. But I was grateful that at least I was hard. Even though I was a little. Oh, my God. What time…, wait it’s fucking Saturday. Saturday! I’m so messed up, what when wrong?” The fleshly and over-sexed 23 year old whispered in her head. A faint and feeble flavor of crotch and cum stuck in her throat like the seasoning of a Christmas goose. The taste vivid on her dry lips, the memory muted by the rounds of rum. Tricia Saratopia, an attractive and confident deli clerk from Hampton, New Hampshire stirred about, shifting uneasily in her bed slowly, almost slow motion,. She was wearing a black bra under and it was struggling to keep her fleshy boobs intact.I grabbed her hair bun and pulled her to me.She was speechless and effortless as I was a beast.He hairs fell open and look beautiful covering her plump breasts, I sat on the sofa and make her sit on my lap, so she could feel my monster on her ass and her soft ass massaged it nice.I took off my shirt and grabbed her boobs.I slide her bra straps and pinched her lovely nipples.I pressed left one and sucked.