.. you don’t get pissed off. Like at dinner, we couldn’t have had that conversation a month ago. Liz got pissy if someone thought she was wrong ab...ut something – even if they had facts and figures to back it up. She’d bring up some odd fact and we’d be done. You just threw different facts back at her.”“You gotta bring your ‘A’ game if you’re going to talk politics with me,” I said, laughing.“You are ... a lot better informed than I thought,” Jill admitted. “I ... I underestimated you. I was. My entreaty was spot-on because Neal almost began hyperventilating with lust. Pulling both our pyjama shorts down, Neal told me to get onto his bed, facing away from him on my knees. After spitting onto his fingers, I felt a fat finger start prising my hole open. It wasn’t very painful initially and after a short spell of discomfort, it felt rather nice. He took his time, prodding and applying more and more spit as he went along. Soon a second finger entered me, and again the pain faded rather. Mike Bell said, “One,” followed by “Two” and so on, until the last person said “Forty-Five.” I finished it with “Forty-Six.”“OK everybody, just like we did it on Wednesday...”“ ... Forty-Seven,” Stu Holland said, with a couple of big bags in his hand.“Oh, yes, we have our own tech guy now. We need to get him a necklace before too long ... like I was saying, we have done this enough times that it should be like singing in the shower or playing your instrument blindfolded.”“Ms. Guthrie, head ‘em. Who did you call she asked. I told her it's a surprise. I had walked out on the deck when I heard the doorbell. My wife called out that she would get it so I stayed out back. I had thought they would join me but after about thirty minutes I decided to go in and look for them. I found my wife leaning over the arm of the couch facing the kitchen while Marcus was sliding his big fat ebony cock in and out of her pussy. At first she had her eyes closed but Marcus told her I was watching and she.