”“Mmmm…”Meantime I had changed to her left boob. After sometime I slid my hand inside her panty. Her pussy was neatly shaven and it was wet. I...just rubbed its lips and the clit to tickle her. She tilted her body as she got an electric shock and held my tool firmly.“Mein kuch precaution lena he kya..??”“Ji kuch nahim.. mera pregnancy stop kiya kar chuka hum..”I removed her panty. I couldn’t resist kissing it once as I was seeing a real vagina . I kissed again. Then I started licking it. She bent. Marty is alternating between all four of our friends, I just reach down and start playing with his swollen cock that can no longer fit into his panties. I mix his pre cum with my saliva and start to work on loosing up his tight ass to receive a big fat cock. I don't know if this is what Marty was wanting to do, but he didn't try and stop me. I was having trouble getting even one finger up there, man was he tight! When I finally buried my finger to the third nuckle, he let out a moan and I. "The men at table twelve picked up the tab." Which is table twelve?" Karen asked and the waitress pointed. We looked that way and saw five guys who could have come straight from the pages of GQ magazine (or Playgirl). Karen giggled and said, "Oh well, easy come, easy go." What does that mean?" I asked."It means the redhead is history. I'm going for the blond in the sports coat" and she raised her glass to the men as a thank you for the drinks. Immediately, almost as if he'd heard her, the blond. But again and again…and again. Before you judge me, there’s a few things you need to understand. First, Dad and I never exactly got on like a house on fire. He was the CIO of a large hedge fund which meant that he wasn’t around much. He travelled to Europe regularly and commuted during the week to Manhattan for meetings.When he was home, he was either at the office working late or in his study with the door firmly shut. I tended not to see him except at breakfast or dinner, and then, the.