He tells me he's never tried it again ever since. Me neither, I tell him, following it up with a playful remark about his blow job skills and we both ...hare a laugh.Later on after we finish our drinks, we head up to the room. He tells me to be quiet, not to wake up his girlfriend who is passed out in the bed. I took off my shoes and began making my place on the floor, nothing Eric stripping off his clothes all the way down to his boxer briefs which clung to his thighs and cheeks, showing off. Never mind, we're talking now and that's the main thing. How is that gorgeous daughter of yours?" "Rather too gorgeous for her own good." "Oh, dear. Just like her mother then." Kayti gave a throaty chuckle. "Man trouble? Or has she realised that if she wants to take her clothes off in the right places she need never do a legitimate stroke of work again?" "Not as far as I'm aware. Not yet, anyway." "Don't worry, she will. She's her mothers daughter after all. So to what do I owe the honour of. Even though I’m married I’m not dead!”She stood up suddenly and opened her robe, saying in a sad voice, “Then why doesn’t my husband seem to like this anymore?” She pulled his face to her crotch, his forehead on her gently rounded belly and his nose in her slit, filling with the scent of a woman in need. He moved up slightly and his tongue encountered a clit standing out like a tiny cock. She squeaked as he moved in the ways Milly liked, hoping hers were the same. Apparently they were because. I looked around for Mary but didn’t see her. I turned to my wife to see she was talking with Mary. They were talking very quietly so I couldn’t hear what they were saying but they were quietly laughing. I noticed that Mary occasionally touched my wife’s shoulder. My wife turned to me. “Mary says she’s bored and wants to move on.” Mary left the room and my wife and I followed. We looked in another room that appeared empty. Mary walked in. We followed her. “Is someone fucking in the closet?” I.