“I’m okay Mir, everything is okay, and you?” Paola wondered politely.“You know, just finishing a shift, nothing special, no extraordinary arri...als.” Miranda summarized, she hesitated for a moment and then asked, “Say, your ballsack is a lot smaller, isn’t it? Someone had fun last night, didn’t she?”Paola couldn’t help it, she blushed like a tomato. “Ahhh ... Well...” She tried to fill the time. Lucky for her the doors just opened and she stormed out of the elevator, “Got to run!” she exclaimed. We are busy down here," Bill ordered, while smiling up at her lust contorted face. "Do you see what I mean girls," Bill said to the girls.Both girls nodded but they weren't looking at Bill. They were looking at the growing wet spot on their mothers shorts."What I need is for you to roll that material up as far as it can go so I can clamp it with the stationary clamp. Oh no!" Bill said looking at his hands. "My hands are wet now and the clamp can slip off." Bill looked at his fingers, wet with. Marcy was the wife of our general manager and she was pissed at her drunken husband and she was showing her anger by flirting with Mark and me. When we danced with her she would press her ample breasts into our chests and press her leg into our hard ons and then smile wickedly at us. Even though I didn't think I could get her away from the party and her husband I decided to dance her into a dark corner and see if I couldn't set up something for another time.When the band started the next set I. To my pleasant surprise I was a little bigger than my friends and she grunted her approval. My buddy positioned himself between my wife’s legs and unceremoniously buried his cock deep into her pussy. He didn’t build up to a quick pace but just hammered away at her pussy. She struggled to keep my cock in her mouth and frequently removed my cock to catch her breath. I could tell that all this attention was bringing her to orgasm on an almost constant basis. My other friend watched patiently as.