Afterwards I was thinking about “MCP”. The only MCP I knew of was the old 1970’s term : Male Chauvinist Pig”, but I didn’t think this was an...thing to do with that. Lucy was stretched out on the couch, still pissed, shagged out and asleep. In pulling her pants and tights back on she’d managed to tuck her skirt into the back of her tights.I was starting to get nervous about leaving. It was getting close to the time the last bus that would get me home before curfew. I was wandering around the. Her hand left the back of my head and I heard her moan muffle, like she had clamped her fingers over her mouth to stay quiet. Her thighs quivered around my ears and right as I was about to try to wrench my head free to breathe, she relaxed her grip on my head with her thighs and squirmed around in her chair. I took a quick breath in through my nose and nuzzled forward, chasing her with my tongue to continue the barrage of ecstasy.The muffled moan turned to a muffled squeal and her heels shot up. It was the same mumbo-jumbo they always did. The instructors were all trying to get the attendees to buy into the latest ideological bent and the company workers were really there for the free stuff.Scott just wanted to do his daily routine and relax at night. He didn't want to listen to a bunch of people shoot smoke up his ass in an attempt to get him to buy their ideas. But, he couldn't very well tell his boss that he wasn't enough of a team player to go to the conference.So he unhappily. Her hot pussy was now in the front of his waiting face. He teased her by licking her clit through her bikini. She was moving her pussy to gently meet his tongue. She took her hand and moved her bottoms to the side, to expose her pussy. Mike licked her cunt like a maniac. They were so wasted that nothing mattered anymore. "Fuckin lick my cunt!" Tonya screamed. Her voice was drowned out by all the loud surroundings. Just then Mike felt a tug on his trunks. It was Lisa and she was hungry. Mike's.