She gently took my dick in her hands. She moved her hands down my shaft. She touched my balls. And then without saying a fucking word, she just put my...dick in her mouth gently. She moved her mouth down my shaft slowly. And got about halfway down it and stopped. I knew it was big enough that her little mouth couldn't take it. She started moving her head. and sweet fucking Jesus, I was afraid I was going to cum."Jesus. Oh fucking God. Oh holy shit," I finally said. She just kept moving slowly.And. She had become friends with the others, at the party, and had grown to love them all. None of them were THAT much different. As devoted to their husbands as was humanly possible, but willing to share, and be shared by, and with, them. The pleasures of the flesh were wonderful, and the openness was the best part. If a woman were having her period, her husband could go to any of their friends, and receive the same treatment. There were a few more women, so it all worked out for the best. From the. And she wanted him too. She was shocked and a little horrified to feel herself getting wet. She was suddenly very aware of how she was dressed, and how exposed she was. He dropped her hand. "Come with me, Lana." He turned and strode away without another glance at her. She felt like she had no choice but to hurriedly follow him. It seemed he already had some kind of hold over her. She followed him into the parking garage as he walked up to a large, new looking jet black Mercedes. He got into the. "I'd still end up sitting next to Sammy and you'd end up sitting next to Trick. You know you're gonna have to dance with him. 'Cause you know you're both going to be athletes of the year again."I smiled again. Cammie glared again. She looked back at Jeanne."I'll think about it," she sighed."Thanks," Jeanne said. She turned to me and, out of Cammie's sight, gave me a big wink. It was all I could do not to laugh. I wondered if she really wanted to go to the banquet at all. I was a very lucky.