'Twere the Jolly Sailor afore all they buggers from up London moved inter t'village an' landlord thort 'twere too commin fer the likes o' they, so 'ee...got the brewry ter change it. Anyways, I'm wi my mate George an' ee's just used this big werd."S'right," says George, blowin the froth off 'is beer. I ain't never too shore about the froth on the beer 'round 'ere, cos 'tis very likely that the glasses din't get rinsed proper like."Wassit mean then?" I sez. Well now, George 'as bin ter collidge. Cane looked so calm and relaxed as she asked to see my cock, “Your turn, Brad. Show me yours.”I pushed my briefs down and took them off. I got on my knees and displayed my hard six-inch cock for her.“Oooh, nice. Now stroke it. I want to see you jerk off.”I stayed on my knees as I took my cock in hand and stroked it. I knew Mrs. Cane enjoyed watching by the look on her face. I did it slowly to give her a show. I also wanted it to last. I wanted to watch her play with herself for as long as I. “Oh shit. This is so good, I might have to talk dirty.”“Ummmm,” said Bo.“Maybe we should come here every anniversary.”“Ummmm.”Lisa quivered with pleasure, the new sensation releasing new desires. “It’ll be your turn when you get through. I want to experience every taboo, do all the things girls whisper about at slumber parties. My pent-up emotions want to hang out. And best of all, I’m your wife.”Bo licked her layers, listening to her words, thinking about variations. He dined on Lisa until she. Jay reached the couch and sprawled on it on his back. His cock flopped over his thigh, pointing at me. Jay glanced over at me and told me to clean up the floor. I knew what he wanted from the look on his face and in his eyes. I leaned over and licked my cum from the floor. Jay was smiling when I looked back up at him, his teeth gleaming."You're learning pretty quickly, bitch. But I suppose you want more. Right?" He looked at me."Yes sir. I want more, if you do." You want it from me, or from.