“I think you mean that.”“I don’t have a poker face?”“Hardly.”I smiled. “You’re right. I’ve never been able to play poker.”We tal...ed about the net, and about stories, until the waiter brought around our meal. While we talked, I looked her over without trying to be obvious about it.“A little overweight” was an understatement. She was 300 pounds if she was an ounce. But somehow, somewhere between the salad and the first course, I lost track of her size and concentrated on her voice and what she. As I was sucking her cock and her phone rang and she answered and had it on FaceTime and she was just talking away telling who she was talking to she was getting her cock sucked and then she was humiliating me by telling them I thought I was going to be dominated her and being on top, and she was laughing saying he will be on top already riding my cock like a sissy bitch that he is and then she turned the camera to me as I was sucking her and she put her hand on my head and push me down and. "Hello!" Evelyn cried out. "Down here!" it was the same voice on the call box. Evelyn was obviously familiar with the house so she led the way. We went down the stairs. As we turned the corner I could see a woman about Evelyn's age. She was totally naked on a chair, with a woman between her legs feasting on her cunt. As the room came into full view I was greeted by another sight. A man in his late thirties-early forties was on his knees sucking the cock of a young black man. . A former girlfriend had suggested it, being a fan of longhaired rocker boys.As he stared at the girls in the yard from the safety of the kitchen, he felt his cock stir. There was Tammy, a tall thin blonde with legs that never ended and nice tits that stood out on her slim frame. She was wearing a white crop top with four buttons in front and the skimpiest white sprayed-on short shorts Jack had ever seen; both contrasted nicely with her lightly tanned skin. She wore her yellow hair in a short.