I noted, with some regret, that he was getting a better blowjob from Louise than I'd ever been able to give him. I resolved to consult her later about...lessons.But then the moment appeared to be lost. "Damn it!" Don suddenly exclaimed. "I'm running out of film! This is my last roll! Jeez, Louise, we can't stop now! Please! Go to the drugstore and get some more film -- quickly!"I hadn't given Don enough credit. He was a regular Richard Burton in the acting department!"But Don!" Louise said,. And I knew why you had made the little trip. Game on, Sharon Stone. You thanked me for your drink and we exchanged a few pleasantries. Cool, but flirtatious. Hot, yet publicly acceptable. You turned back to the television and we waited the decent interval . I could practically hear the clock tick. It was time. You thanked the bartender, cleared your check and came to your feet. I took a sip of my drink and smiled. Three short steps over to me. Your clutch purse opened. Then you slipped your. The Hostess of the house was an older classy sexy woman, in her late 50's. She had a body on her that did not stop; WOW....... The Host was a gentlemen in the ruff. Strong, rugged, and handsome man in his late 50's as well.The hostess rounded me up by some of her friends. They told me everybody must cum and see her. When I say cum; well you know. She was at the bar making drinks when I was directed to her. She stood there wearing this long flowing see through gown. "WHAT IS YOUR PREFERENCE?". With your cock still covered in our juices from just a moment ago, you watch your cum slowly leaking out of my pussy and you wonder how it still looks so tight, albeit swollen. You shake your head, telling yourself to focus, trying not to let yourself get side tracked by my pussy again. With one hand you line your cock up with my puckered little asshole and with the other you cover my mouth. You want to muffle any sounds I may make, you know I haven’t been fucked in the ass in a long time but.