I will have to say here the party was darn boring and nothing to talk about, but someone slipped me the tip that there was a room where more ‘entert...ining’ stuff was happening. I pitched it to Cornell, which at first didn’t thought it could be a good idea. “Please, Cornell. This party sucks! I need some entertainment…”“I don’t know, Susan. I fear if you get caught doing something there, it might be hurtful to your career…”“Come on! I’ve done lot of stuff that people can call worse or something.. " She continued as she pulled onto the 110 Freeway."I'll call you when I am about twenty minutes from home, so that you can pour me a glass of wine. Bye for now." She said to Bruce."Okay babe. I will check the wine cooler and see what we have. See you in a while. Love you." Bruce had said as his wife hung up the phone.Traffic wasn't too bad for a Thursday evening and it only took Cathy about an hour to go the twenty-some miles to where she wanted to park on Pacific Coast Highway, just past the. “Well then,” I said it as if that’s all I needed to say—that those two words were sufficient explanation. There was a pause in the conversation. “It’s not up to him to question me.” “That’s right.” “I’ll do as I please.” “And did that please you?” “Yes, it bloody well did.” “Well then.” I raised my glass to her and toasted, “To doing what bloody well pleases you.” We both drained our glasses. We sat and chatted for a while before Jen decided she really had to go. She promised to let me know how. Long and rough french kisses. (She really likes the taste of her own cum. For some reason, it made her hornier.)I felt her hand drop down to my cock again. And shortly after her handwent down, her mouth followed. I could feel her warm lips and wet tongue wrap around my cock. At the same time she was stroking my cock with her right hand and softly massaging my balls with her left hand. Every few seconds she would let one finger slight over my ass. I was definitely not in to being touched on my.