I did not recognize them, one was in her late thirties or early forties, the other may have been late forties or early to mid fifties. Neither had pan...s on and neither were very pretty. I had to stare for a moment, I mean, they were not wearing pants and when pussy is on display you have o look. They immediately started in on me as to which of them was better looking, then one to had the better looking pussy, then they took off their tops and asked about their tits. I was loosing interest. The busty girl moved over right beside him, too. “I'm Christie,” said the busty one, “and my friend here is Maggie.” “Hi.” Liam said smothered by Maggie’s chest. “The barman says you've had a hard week.” Liam freed his face a bit. “Yeah, it’s not been great.” “Well, it’s about to get great.” Purred Maggie. “Oh?” Asked Liam, as adrenalin and dopamine rocketed around his body. “You’re going to come with us and have sex with us.” Said Christie matter-of-factly, with a touch of flirtation. Liam’s. In some ways he's broken her heart this weekend, but she also knows, deep down, that he never was man enough for her. She'll need a lot of help to get over this; they've been engaged for almost two years, and an item for much longer than that." But it's not her fault!" I know that, you know that, Julie knows that, Vee knows that deep down, but she won't admit it. Where she comes from, the man is always right, even if he's a lazy drunken wife beater far worse than Jeff. I have a pretty strong. Your head strains up from the table. All of the muscles that I worked so hard to relax are flexing again as you get ready to cum.I can feel and taste how close you are. Your stomach muscles tighten under my hand. Juices are being propelled out of you with each plunge, in and out. Your fingers grip and pull my hair tighter. I don’t let up with either my tongue or my fingers. I need you to cum for me and I’m going to make it happen.I hear your moans turn to groans. They’re coming from so deep.