She grabbed me and undid my shorts and pulled them down and uncovered my tight little wet cunt that had so much cock in it and she whispered to me oh ...y im going to fuck your wet pussy with my toys, and she grabbed me and rammed my cunt on her face licking my clit and fingering me as she is doing so. Oh my i was loving it and i pulled her around and stuck her on my face and my good god i made that sweet pussy wet as i fingered her and ate her out hmmm she tasted so good. we got the toys out and. “And it’s time you got dressed the way I wanted you to,” I explained, “You don’t want to be the odd woman out, now?”“I’m not the only one. Andrea’s not wearing a dress!” Pat’s lips squeezed together and her reddened cheeks slowly went white.“She’s getting changed right now,” This was a ballsy thing to say. I looked up, across the table and into Andrea’s dark eyes. Her mouth vibrated almost open. Marin reached over to touch her back. Andrea darted off towards the lockers. She looked back, I. A call at this time is bound to be bad news. Now pitched wide awake, he snatches the receiver.?Randolf!??Good morning, Manfred: it's Petra.??Petra?" He looks at the watch on his bed side table. It's quarter to four in the morning. He's trying to work out the time in Germany where Petra is supposed to be. It should be getting close to eleven o'clock there, mid-morning. "Do you know what the time is here? Couldn't this have waited?" No Manfred. This is urgent." What's so urgent in Germany that. Well three bottles of Zinfandel later we were certainly having a much better time. My wife, once sufficiently lubricated with alcohol, invariably becomes the life and soul of any party, and was suddenly friends with everyone. In such circumstances she has always been especially popular with the men. She is what I always describe as a man's woman, in that she prefers men's company to women, and chats to them on an almost man to man basis which they seem to love. I hope you can understand what I.