I was getting really excited now, and my stiff cock was pressing up against her bush. Then it was my turn to be surprised as I felt Jack's chest up ag...inst my back, followed by the feel of his cock against my ass. I don't know whether it was the pot or the booze or just the magic of the entire evening but I felt completely ok with it.The guys let go of Sandy's breasts which allowed me to press my entire body against hers. I kissed her passionately again, and we could feel the men's hands. She came out just as I signed the bill.“If you’re leaving now, I’ll walk you to your car.”“Okay,” she said, although she seemed a little nervous to accept.I held the door for her. “Which car is yours?” I asked as we stepped into the semi-lit parking lot.“That Mustang way back in the corner.” I looked. She had parked right next to my classic ’66 Lincoln Continental convertible, the model with the suicide doors. In the remotest part of the lot.We headed over in silence. I could tell that she was. Throbbing. Salty. Intimate. There is a reason why women love to fellate their men – not just their men, but men. We feel beautiful when a man desires us enough to hold our face in his hands and place his organ in our lips. I now felt Ken’s hands on the back of my head, urging me on. Even though I could hear the music of the cabaret singer and the clinking of glasses just inches away on the other side of the tablecloth, and even though Ken was a stranger I had just met hours earlier,. Darrell got out of the car and walked around to open the door. He smiled at the two girls as he motioned for them to get in. They smiled back at him and moved towards the car. The brunette went in first and Darrell saw her perfect ass encased in tight white shorts as she climbed over the seat. Oh yes, I will enjoy opening up that cute white ass, he thought to himself. He felt his dick starting to harden in his pants.The blonde moved to the door and Darrell got a good look at her. Huge tits and.