It was Kat fucking Dennings! She was wearing blue jeans that hugged every gorgeous curve, and a Ramones t-shirt that was cut off at the waist, exposin... her mid-riff. She wore a fire engine red color on her pouty lips, and had her hair done in bouncy tendrils. I sat there in shock, wodering what stupid words might escape my mouth, adding to the already stupic look on my face. Embarrassment was sure to come, I knew it.Charlie said, "Kat, this is Andrew the chef responsible for the party. You said. His pubic hair was ticking my nose as I ran my tongue along his solid shaft inside my mouth. I hummed a little to tease him even more before I began to bob my head up and down on his rock hard cock. I kept my right hand wrapped around the base of his cock as I blew him. I had determined to make him fill my mouth with his jizz so he wouldn't be able to fuck my pussy or ass, and I was surprised that he was able to make it this far without exploding. I reached up with my left hand and gently. Annie looked at her and smiled and said, “Do you know any man that would be against sitting at a bar with two hot women?”“Good point,” Patty giggled.When they returned back to the bar, Ben got up from his stool and said, “I thought you got lost in there, Baby.” “Yeah the downfalls of not having a pecker,” Annie giggled and looked at Patty.Ben looked at Annie and said with a chuckle, “Do I want to know what that’s about?” “Ben this is Patty, you don’t mind if she joins us, do you?” Annie. Boring. Tedious. Dull.The final straw had been her boss’ fiftieth birthday bash. Trapped in a room full of inebriated colleagues, she’d snapped. She felt like screaming. She had to escape. Leaving Jason behind, she took the tube home and had her resignation written and emailed before he staggered in. She booked her ticket to Wales the following morning, as soon as Jason had left for work. She ran away – didn’t work her notice, pack all her belongings, or say goodbye.Guilt prickled Grace’s.