The parties were monthly, just about rightmore frequent and they wouldn't be special but less and I would start to stray.For my return visit I did som... shoppingI went online and did a bit of researchthen purchased something special which arrived on the morning of the party.I have a summer dress that was ideallloose and flowing, slightly hippie anda bit girlie, I felt like the flake girl init. I wore it with a belt low slung around my hipsand beaded my hair to complete the look.Party time and. It was years ago and I never repeated it with anyone else, so I had just chalked it up as sexual awakening and kept it secret. I have occaisonaly fantasised about those days when I had serviced my friend.Jerry returned to join us and I went to take my turn in the bathroom, and promised to mix Janet a fresh margarita while I was inside, as I rounded the stairs coming down from the second floor bathroom I passed a open window that looked out over the deck, I heard Janet softly laughing and when I. My hands gripped her hips, and I slid almost out, only to ram my fat cock deep down into her, building the speed as her gasps and groans urged me on, the force of my body pushing her across the sheets until her head was pushed hard against the bedhead. Her hands moved up to to give her some support, and that was my signal to pin them down with my own, so that my body curled over hers and now moved fast and hard into her willing body. I could feel my balls swelling, and luckily it seemed that. As her arm rested to its side, her hand held the incredibly long, brown, slim cigarette and you could actually see its reflection on her mirror-shiny black leather pants. She told me to forget about the orders she had previously given me. That was to work for her in the morning and then after I finished my paper route, report to her for more duty before I could go home. She removed my nicotine patches and after a few minutes asked me how I felt; I was dying for a cigarette. She flipped her long.