To Victor it was a fake high-class restaurant. It was a cheesecake factory redone to appear in the snobby five-star range. It was nice, but it wasn�...�t worth the twenty-dollar drinks, and pretentious atmosphere.“Hey, Jan.” Victor walked up and gave her a hug. “We got a table, come on.” Victor said pulling her from the well.The dinner became a surreal affair. Victor and Meredith barely ate while Jan imbibed freely. Since her appetite was ruined by drink, she told them how happy she was the. Ihad been here for all of 40 or 50 minutes and I had taken off myclothes, I'd had an orgasm in a strange man's hand and now I'm wearing abra and panties under a pretty yellow sundress. Every few seconds allthis was hitting me in the chest like cops breaking down the door!"You see." Billy stepped in behind me and put his hands on my waist. Thecontrast almost made me faint. I backed into him and leaned. "Mmm,that's nice, isn't it?" He lifted my hand to his crotch and addedanother layer to my. She started moving the fruit up and down on my cock, making a pulpy squelching noise. "I thought I'd be shopping, getting my nails done, and hanging out by the pool, and here I am on a deserted island helping my husband sodomize a helpless piece of fruit." "Well, you make your own fun. A little faster, please?" Cindy picked up the pace, and I leaned my head back and groaned, trying to push myself over the edge. But the fruit was disintegrating on the inside, disgorging a juicy, sloppy mess all. Marcella moaned appreciatively. "I forgot to tell you Adam, that Xander's an amazing kisser. Let him kiss you!"I closed my eyes and just surrendered to the sensations. I let Xander take charge of my mouth. Meanwhile, my hands were at work on the growing bulge in his pants. I knew he was big, but there's a difference between hearing a number and feeling a hot, hard, thick cock. Soon my hands were at his belt, undoing it, unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them. I reached into them and under his.