The living room was undoubtedly the most beautiful room in the house. It had two wide picture windows that offered a clear view of the front yard, the...road, and the evergreen forest beyond. Sight went unbroken for more than a mile, with a field full of wild flowers making up most of that space. It ended at the tree line and the curve where the road disappeared out of sight.Seth and Rose were set up in the middle of the room, between the two windows, specifically placed so anyone within sight of. She pulled her mouth up off of me and she flashed me a shy, lit­tle grin. “How was that,” she asked. “Did I do a good job?”Did she what? Was she se­ri­ous? She’d just given me the best blow job I’d ever got, (okay, the only blow job I’d ever got,) and yet here she was ask­ing me if she’d done a good job and yet just by look­ing at her, I could tell, she re­al­ly want­ed to know. “Yeah,” I told her. “Yeah. You did great.”I couldn’t help but no­tice that her hand hadn’t left my cock. She gave my. But she hugged the waist with such tenderness that I melted under his caresses. She dyed her close, his body against mine, so strong, his hands running all along my body. "Lise" she repeated, as if to make sure I was still there. His mouth met mine once like to see a light blow dry and fast, and the verdict, she plunged into the mine with the release of pleasure found. Her tongue wet me random ... I let myself be gripped by this change, not believing, closing his eyes. His thirst to go more in. And who could blame him? She was wearing a spaghetti strap summer dress and sandals with heels. He was the usual UGA frattish type dude. Neither of us had ever seen him before. He was about 6’2, 185 from what I could tell with blonde hair under a backwards baseball cap. And, as it turned out, he was not only a frat boy, but the president of his chapter. After a while I decided to go to the bathroom to see if he was going to make a move on her, which he did. When I came back he was sitting next.