Jennifer loves how smooth and fast everything goes at the airport and train.I know I am good at training and timing, in half an hour we are in our hom....Jennifer loves to talk back always, to help me fill in things to happen at proper moments.I know she looks forward to our first threesome as much as I do and our Jenny is as well.Jennifer loves to tease me at times, I know. Suddenly she goes silent as in times abroad.I know she is still every day online and reads my messages to her in our. I had purposely picked a chair that was empty on either side.A friend came in and saw me and came over.Smiling they asked if I was sitting along and I said yes so they left their purse on one of the open chairs and went for some food.I looked down at me meal again and took a bit of ham in my fork.As I moved the fork up to my mouth and opened it to take it inside I saw Karen.She was looking right at me and then she smiled when our eyes met.I felt so embarrassed her seeing me with my mouth wide. “My ‘cock': you mean my pussy?”“Whatever,” I said, feeling completely aroused. “I just want to blow you.” I had never been this forward or uncouth before, but I wanted to now, and it felt right. She didn’t take offense, just rose and stood in front of me. “My sir, what dirty words and ideas you have.” She didn’t issue another word, just moved slowly and temptingly to the far side of the bed and let me admire her high, firm and toned backside. As if I wasn’t aroused enough. I headed to the other. She wanted to sound strong and confident but it came out all wrong."Look into my eyes and tell me you're not a slut," he demanded.The big, black pot bellied older man repulsed Suzanne but she just could not look up into his hard eyes."Look in my eyes and tell me," he said."Please, Chester, please don't," she pleaded as she continued to look down at his broad chest. His rough calloused hand remained on her shoulder. He laughed at her inability to tell him she wasn't a slut or look into his.