I pushed my head lower, so his cock went deeper into my mouth, touching the back of my throat. "Uhh" he gasped. I pulled away gently, and whispered to...him. "You have to make me," I said, smiling. His hand reached forwards and onto my hair rushing it forwards as my lips caved around his cock again, going deeper than before. His moans turning me on even further, I couldn't just let it be, so I moved my other hand towards my own wetness. As my hand touched my panties I felt the wet coming through. After we'd eaten we all went off to the pub, and drank much more than was usual for us. At one point C went off to the loo, and Mike leaned on the bar and said 'wow, she doesnt get any less sexy' or words to that effect. I laughed, but it was obvious he was serious. She returned and we drank some more before we staggered back home. Mike settled on the big settee and I took the armchair. C went to the loo again, and she was quite a long time, but when she returned she had changed into her. "Oooooooo, yes, ooooo yes, ooooooo yes" she moaned with every visit. She was now really wet as Gerald discovered when his fingers glided across the faint triangle of pubic hairs and touched her aching clit. Realising how wet she was he pushed one finger deeper, past her clit and into the warm wet folds of her pussy lips. Parting them with his finger he gently moved it around and finding the fluid spread it with his finger bringing it back to lubricate her clit.She was squirming on the stone,. Since I had no other plans for the night though, I opted to weather the storm rather than sit in traffic for half the night. So I found myself a little spot off of the beaten path. Access to a walk up bar for liquid warmth from a nice little corner stoop that nobody would bother to steal since it's on the outskirts of the celebration area. I was perfectly content to pass the time just drinking beers and minding my own business. But like I said things happen unexpectedly. I was a few hours and.