"Shut up and just tell him Monique, you little slut! Tricia hooked upwith Marty the drummer. Monique with the base player and me well, youknow I'm not...that type like they are," said Vicky, cracking uplaughing."Yeah right bitch," said Monique. "She's not the type to sleep with atattooed musician, so she fucked the band's manager."Everyone was cracking up now laughing as Jake was both impressed andshocked by the behavior of his friends."Incredible!" said Jake. "What a night to remember!" Or. I lost the bet about going to bed with..." She started crying again, in great heaving sobs.Finally, she told him the whole story. At least it seemed like the whole story, about Vito and what they had done, and about Harry Goldman. Johnny had no way of knowing that she had left out the part with Black Jack.As she spoke, describing everything that had happened between her and Vito, her husband wondered why he didn't feel more. He tried to picture his lovely wife in bed with her naked legs wrapped. His rosebud dripping with several loads. Me being so into this kinky show didn't notice the other daddy was stroking his cock right next to me. He must have been close to cumming, suddenly he moves closer to the boy and cums all over his pushed out pussy. Daddy number one saw me, " Hey, you want some?" I moved in close, I could smell his ass and all the cum. He was lightly stroking his small cock. A large drop of cum was dangling from his rosebud and caught it with my tongue. Salty, sweet and. There we lay, locked tight, searching each others eyes and not moving, just living that one moment of pure physical and emotional unity. After a while Tom lowered his head and kissed me tenderly as he started to move slowly. He drew back almost withdrawing completely, and then entered me again, slowly and silently. Taking all his control, he continued to slowly make love to me. His movements were fluid and sure. Every stroke delivering to me a beautiful flush of pleasure, radiating from deep.