It was different and I'll be more than glad to get involved on the bi-monthly meetings. It was a lot of fun and out of my usual zone. It was now 4am, ...e were all pretty drunk and I found myslef between Graham and Mick on the couch, their cocks as hard as brick and tenting their tights, Mick had ripped a little hole in my tights and slipped his fingers into my wet cunt while Graham nibbled on my ear lobe, his long and steady breaths into my ear driving me wild. I was so lost in the attention. Oh fuck no, why did you have to come out! His cheeks became redder than they ever have before. She slowly got off her bed, not losing eye contact with his bulge. She looked like a lion, or in this context, a lioness; moving in for its prey. Should I run? No I can't… God she's beautiful.She got on all fours and started walking toward him, he could see her ass swaying side to side as she got closer. The curves, THE CURVES.She was on her haunches down in front of him, staring his bulge. He just. He was lucky that he was so far under the radar now that they left him alone. If he popped his head up, it would be like a broken game of Whack-A-Mole and Elizabeth Barton-Warner would be wielding the hammer.Then she would take aim at Deirdre’s mother and father. It was no secret that the Colemans had used some underhanded dealings to gain prominence in the late 1950s. Her father had been a protégé of the Kennedy regime and had benefitted from a few contracts passed down for favors rendered. It. We piled our clothes neatly on the chair, then Mel rummaged in the bags and pulled out our sleep wear. A cheeky grin. “No point in putting it on only to have to take it off again, hey, honey?”“Leave it handy for when the kids knock on the door.”A knowing smile. “Good point.”Once we’d gotten ourselves comfortable, me on my back and her front on my front, we did a little exchanging of tokens of affection. Then she raised herself up a little and looked me in the eye.“Mike, since you sprung your.