I groaned my encouragement.Megan, noticing that Jenna's long hair had fallen forward and blocked her view, reached out and gently pulled Jenna's light...blonde tresses out of the way, tucking them behind her ear. "Now we can both watch," she whispered in my ear, pressing her pebbly nipples into my upper arm.Jenna began to take me slowly into her mouth, dropping lower and lower. When she reached the limits of her comfort, she pulled off slowly, sliding my big cock out her pretty mouth. Reaching. It was then that I was hit by a bolt of lightning from my worst fears. There was my Angela, on the dance floor, looking like something from my wildest fantasies, and doing some of the things in my dreams! Except she wasn’t doing them with me.My mouth hung open as I looked at her on the dance floor, also ensconced by a group of black men who had designs on her body. Who wouldn’t, based upon her attire. She was wearing a sheer white blouse, one with chest pockets right over her breasts. She. An odd, tingly, pulsing feeling overcame my cock as I sat there and watched this amazing girl throat fuck herself with my cock. Spit was covering my dick, making it shine in the light. Her saliva was mixing with my pre-cum, yet she still shoved it to the hilt. She only gagged a few times, but she kept going.The slurping sounds filled the quiet room. She would occasionally take it out of her mouth and jack it off. We did this for 10 minutes or so. Her warm, slippery, ribbed insides engulfed my. I asked him when took his lunch break and I brought him tea out to drink about the rumors I had heard about his and his ex wife's involvement in the satanic cult.He just deeply and troubling like looked at me and questioned who had said a thing about it, I told him it was just his brothers telling all my in laws this and that about you, and it captivated me and my mind about it all.Truly he just didn't really want to talk about it at all, I could tell that by his actions and looks about it. But.