I could feel his hands massaging and kneading my ass--something that has always turned me on. For my part, I had no sooner kissed him than my hand was...on his crotch rubbing his clearly large cock through his jeans. He must not have been wearing underwear because his cock was dangling far into the leg of his pants. I thought I had won the lottery!As he slid his hands into the back of my shorts I started undoing his zipper. I slide my hand inside his pants and was surprised to find just how big. The first night there after dinner, we all went out to a new night club was supposed to be all the rage. It was a block from our hotel so we could walk and that meant we could get smashed. We were not sure we could even get in but we did. It looked like a club from a movie, very fancy and all hip hop with lots of lights and stuff going on. I was with a group of much prettier women and we were happy to be away from our husbands. The men kept coming up and asking us to dance and buying us drinks. What great timing! It took him about 20 minutes before he began to see the signs for the Kennedy Expressway - the lead-in to I-90. Once on the Expressway, he settled in for the long drive. He found a radio station to his liking and set the cruise control on the Lincoln Town Car. Traffic on the Expressway was a bit heavy as he had expected, but it was moving along well and it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. Besides, it would drop off even more the farther he got from the city. Meanwhile he. He grinned while he set the pill down on that spot, sticking it to his cock. “No hands. No cheating.” The task was clear. I went down on my knees and looked over my shoulder to Mona. When I gave blowjobs, I always tried to have her around - not because of the kink factor like most males who earned the pleasure thought - but to have someone guide my head across that short, intense moment when the cock-head touched the back of my throat. She nodded and grinned. Somehow, she had never complained,.