It wasn't "top shelf", it was the stuff kept in the back room. Grabbing a couple shot glasses she filled them up and we toasted. The vodka was as cold...as ice and was smoother than Grey Goose or Belvadere. Snatching the empty glass from my hand, she started kissing my neck. Her breath was filled with booze and the smell of burnt almonds, which as I had learned is what meth smells like when smoked. She grabbed my crotch, "Oh Daddy, I want you to fill me up before Mommy comes home". I needed to. Fran came over and undid the belt of my shorts and pulled them down along with my thong. Joyce stopped kissing me and pulled my top over my head; I was naked. Joyce bent down and sucked hard on one of my nipples, reached down with her hand and found my wet pussy, pushed a couple of fingers in and started playing with my clit. Fran had the other nipple in her mouth and was caressing the cheeks of my ass and was slowly running a finger down to my asshole. Joyce got me over the top and I came. “Well, I’ll go and see if I can find him.” Now being completely naked, his penis barely hanging down past his balls, Jeb turned and walked over towards the front of the house.“Okay, we’ll wait right here,” Genevieve said as Jeb walked around the corner of the house.“Ehm, should we take our clothes off as well?” Emily looked over at Genevieve and Stacy."We probably should. I mean, we did show up unannounced, and I don't want to offend Mr. Roberson." Stacy told her friends who both thought the. My orgasm was massive and I could not contain my moans of pleasure. The climax kept me shuttering for such a long time before it finally released me. One of the other women in the restroom must have been concerned by my moaning and asked, "Is everything ok in there?"We both giggled and then I replied, "Yes, thank you, we are just having sex. Sorry to disturb you." The sound of heels on the tile floor and the door opening and closing a few times, let us know we had probably cleared the restroom.