“You don,t have to prove anything to me Luv!” I kissed her passionately. “I know. I just want to do it. Maybe I can,t do,it, but I,m determined ...o try.” So we decided to set aside a weekend we both had free with no distractions. Having the house to ourselves as we weren,t ready for babies yet we viewed an old soft porn magazine concentrating on the “reader,s” stories most which were more fantasy than real as those seemed to get my wife going the best and of course if she was in the mood I was. ‘Well, I’m in Phi Kappa,’ he said, ‘We’re a bunch of science and engineering nerds. Our idea of an exciting late night party is building a robot till three am. I don’t think you’ll find us as threatening as all that. Yeah, there’s probably rules, but nobody supervises us all that closely… if I could canvas the brothers privately, they might agree to keep mum about the arrangement.’ Hannah’s face slowly lit up to an even brighter glow than usual. ‘Ohmigod, he’s right! Anders you’re a genius!. It was totally unreal - this chick was a total hottie, with her figure, I would have thought maybe Olympic swim-team, so sleek and toned, but with breasts like that - no, she was too busty for anything that athletic, angelic face and hair like a cinnamon river - couldn't have been over thirty - and here she was, her face pistoning on my lap - her ruby-perfect lips licking and sucking my manmeat. The unsought blow-job was surreal - yes, her tongue teased and tormented my member with an. "I guess they did that so that you can't see what you're eating," Amber lamented. "Let's see what's in the corner." We made our way to the last table only to find small squares of key lime pie, cake like pastries with a dollop of frosting and other tiny delights. Amber got a small plate and picked up a couple of different types of desert and a fork. "There aren't a lot of people out here getting desserts,” Amber said. "Well, sweets and alcohol don't mix and I think a good number of the.