"With your permission, I think she is both," I decided. Then I frowned. "How do you already know about that?"With a pleased smile, my wife said, "Prom...se you won't get mad, but I have two things that I need to confess." Only two?" I teased.She gave me one of my own shrugs as an answer. Then she gave Christine a conspiratorial smile."Christine was worried that she gave us away," my wife said. "Was it Marcus who was behind the bar?" she asked and I nodded. "Christine was worried that she got. She went to close the drawer when something shiny caught her eye. A few weeks back she was walking home when she noticed the most beautiful nightgowns in the window of an Italian lingerie boutique. They were expensive and she really didn’t have the money, but she bought them. She savored the feeling of the rich material against her fingers and tossed them in with the rest of her stuff. ‘I’m going to regret this when I’m freezing my butt off. Eh, at least I’ll look gorgeous doing it’. And with. By now I am fully erect and you are forced to suck on just the tip of my cock. As you take it out, you have a huge grin on your face. You start to circle your tongue around the head, occasionally putting your mouth around it and slowly sliding it in and out, only to begin with your tongue again. After half a dozen times you slide your head right down, feeling my throbbing cock fill your mouth. I never realised how much I would enjoy watching you as your head slides up and down my long, hard. Who would not want to be allowed to strip, to spank on her bare bottom and to humble a pretty girl? (For, due to what some might say was the unfair way that the girls were chosen, it was often the prettiest, and on occasion the most arrogant, who were chosen.) But few boys ever got to actually participate. Those that did told stories, however, stories that, on occasion, grew with the telling, so that the young men who got, by their virtues, to participate, often had unrealistic expectations of.