I freaked out, as I was pretty sure it wasn’t cool to be laying there making out with his girlfriend while she was stroking my cock. I tried to com...ose myself, but the girl would have nothing of it. She continued going after me and I tried to pull away. Now, in my room were 2 single beds with a space between the 2 in the middle. People started planting themselves on the beds while I fended off the girl. Suddenly someone flipped off the lights leaving the group in total darkness. The blonde got. "Do you want to come inside the blanket," the beggar asked my wife, his tongue slurring with the effect of alcohol. My wife looked at me for approval and what was I to say in this condition so I nodded and took another gulp of rum. My wife started towards the beggar, when he almost screamed, "hey, hey woman what are you doing? You are dripping wet and if you come inside my blanket you will wet the entire thing and then even I will have nothing to warm up."He was absolutely right there and my. Diane didn't like guys her own age. She much preferred men in their 30's, 40's and even 50's. They were more mature, experienced, enjoyed more playing rather than just a quick fuck to get their own pleasure, and usually had more income to treat her to some fun times. And she also did not like just one at a time. These older men were usually so happy that a young girl wanted to be with them that they made every effort to make sure that she enjoyed their encounter. She was not a prostitute. . Then he pulled back, suddenly. He looked at her and said, “We shouldn’t be doing this.” She leaned in and kissed his neck. He tasted a little salty and she could feel his pulse under her lips. He gasped. She slid her hand down his chest and inside his pants. He definitely wanted her. He grabbed her by the hips and tossed her on the bed. “That’s more like it,” she said, as he climbed on top of her and kissed her lips. He pulled off her top and kissed her breasts and nipples. She moaned as he.