The idea of Dan eating his own cum out of me was turning me on.Dan put his face between my legs and started licking. My pussy was on fire and he lappe... up his own cum. I could feel an orgasm building with Dan’s face buried between my thighs. “Of fuck yes, keep going I’m going to cum.” With that my body shook as I pulled his head into my crotch. I opened my eyes and said to Dan, “If your cock is hard put it in me and fuck me hard.”Dan’s cock was hard and he slammed it into me. “Now fuck me like. As we went in the front door, Pam said in a nice tone, “Bob, would you get us some wine, same as before dinner? I may even have some Grand Marnier.” I nodded and by now knew how to play host in her home, at least as far as some wine went. I went to the kitchen and retrieved some glasses and a new bottle. I wondered what her remark about the liqueur was about.When I turned the corner back into the living room, the lights had been dimmed to an obvious romantic level. I really wondered where the. Her arms went round his neck and she plastered his face with kisses."Steady on, Tiger," he laughed. "We haven't got it yet." I'll ring them first thing in the morning and arrange for us to go and look at it. Do you know the people who own it?" Not really. They're an elderly couple by the name of Bathurst. Other than that I've no idea."He did a bit of probing around. They were in their eighties. He had had a heart attack a few years back and she suffered from arthritis. People were surprised. Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the brewery and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn't drink this beer, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. I think, "It is better to drink this beer and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver."Babe Ruth"I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day."Lyndon B. Johnson"When I read about the evils of.