"Would you like one of your own?" "I would hate to waste it," I told him. "Would you share yours?" "It would be a pleasure." Every time I wet my lips ...n the glass, he took a swallow. By the time dinner was served, he had finished his tumbler and poured himself another. He walked me to the dining room table when dinner was ready and put a hand on my hair when I sat down. I thought of the games I had seen during some of the evenings father and I spent visiting. Anywhere too liberal and we left. She had to leave and I was left alone with my drink. I guess by sitting there alone, dressed in a cocktail dress, I gave men an idea. These two very good looking men, one in his 40's and one in the 50's started buying me drinks. I went to the bar with them. After a bit it dawned on me that they thought I was a prostitute. They also thought I was about 22 to 25, I didn't bother to correct them, on either count. I was showing a bit more leg as we talked, even giving glimpses of my see through. She asked us again how long has it been since we had a blowjob. We all were laughing and she grabed one of the guys I was with and took out his cock and began to suck it. The other guy started to take off the womans clothes. He got down behind her and began to eat her pussy. I excused myself when my wife called and she said to go have fun but she wanted to listen. So I kept my cell phone open and went back into the room. I did not let them know it was on. The woman called me the little. Sex was nearly always the main topic of conversation and, as Sara and Ian were trying hard for a baby while Sharon had discovered the joys of sex with black males, they had plenty to talk about. Sharon’s latest beau was particularly good in bed. She had called him Mr Galliano. “Why My Galliano?" Sara had asked her “Because Galliano is a fancy liquor!” Sharon replied before going on to tell her how he spent ages giving her oral sex. “He has me literally screaming my head off.” Sara was.