She just pushed her way in between the two women and pressed her front up close against him, sliding one hand around his waist and the other up to pla... with the ends of his hair. "Sugar pie, honey dear," she drawled in her best - or worst - Southern imitation, just like Scarlet O'Hara or something. "Are you bein' a bad boy leadin' these poor women on?"He stiffened, and she had to try real hard not to laugh at the flicker of merriment that suddenly lit up his eyes. The look he gave her said he. After a few moments she took her hand off of his and told him to keep going. As James jerked me off, she sucked my my cock head. Her mouth was warm & wet and felt amazing. James just slowly kept jerking me off as she sucked me. A few times she would stop sucking my cock and lick his fingers. She sucked his finger and my cock at the same time a few times, It was amazing. Then she positioned herself behind her husband and gave him a reach around while he continued to stroke me. She gently pushed. I put a generous dollop on every piece of pumpkin pie, and then carefully stuck with mince meat myself. Not only did Ashleigh have the pumpkin, but so did my wife, her cousin, and her much younger sister, Tammy. Now, I've always wanted to fuck Tammy, and she's got a sweet rack of tits, so it didn't displease me to watch her lap down, with apparent relish, my whipped man-cream. But Tammy was no competition for thirteen-year old Ashleigh. I mean, she was like, at least twenty-four years old!What. "Shall I pour Miss Rodriguez?" Two glasses please," Robin said in a soft voice. The waiter poured,requested a signature and was gone. That went quite easily. Exceptfor the waiter's constant stare, there was no hitch. A few momentslater Magda appeared with a bag and a box."Good," she remarked. "A toast to Robin," she said, clinked glassesand took a big gulp. Robin just took a sip and saw a faint red markat the edge of the glass. The gloss had avoided a big lip print."It's still a little.