When do we do it?" she said, almost slurring her words."I think I'd better talk to your mom and dad," he said quietly."Why?" she asked with a wrinkled...brow."It's the proper thing to do. I want them to welcome this," he said seriously."My dad is right. You really are old fashioned," she snorted in a tone which was partly disappointment and partly mocking."Your dad is always right. Remember that," he grinned back at her."OK, Mr. Smarty, when are you going to properly ask me?" she. So do I. Another man.Latin, smaller in build, fully shaven—no hair on his chest or genitals. His penis is large but limp, balls swinging full and free. I almost never see Jack like this. Jack is always hard by the time his is in my bed.My lust’s desire is stroking in and out of me with his long, hard cock. I query the other man, “Who are you?”“I am your heart’s desire.”He pours himself a full glass of scotch, takes a long draft and sets the glass half empty on the table.He stands next to the. .. you're going to make me cum!? The fingers withdrew. She felt the sudden emptyness. ?Will you cum, for me?? ?Yesss!? ?I want you to dedicate your first cum to me. To be beautiful as you cum.Will you do this?? ?Oh yes, Maitre... this and every single other one in my life! Pleeeeaseeee...? ?So.? The fingers thrust back in, hard, twisting inside her. She gasped inshock and felt the wave rising all over her hips, her tummy.... her breasts...she was breathing hard and her body felt as if she was. It must have been her imagination, Adie thought, returning to comply with his request. She lifted the lid of the case and on top of the cubed ice, packed next to the butcher-paper-wrapped steaks, was a large, ribbed aluminum thermos jug. The cups were handily beside the thermos, and she took two along with the thermos as she rolled around to face front again."What's this, Bob?" Well, it was for tonight, but I've developed a thirst for some reason... ," he paused, smiling at her warmly but.