Way to dark for a pasty academic she thought. As the plane levelled out and the seat belt lights blinked out the crew started coming around with dri...ks. Gail ordered her regular bloody Mary and Paul a scotch/ rocks. Dinner consisted of the “slightly upgraded from Economy class food” and both pushed it around the plates without much pleasure. “If you could have any meal in any place, were would you be now” Paul asked her quietly. “I don’t know” she replied, “what about you?” I would want to. Truth be told, when she got mad or animated it was always a turn on for me.Maddie and I always got along well and there was always mild flirting between the two of us (mostly from me). I've told her that any man would be lucky to fuck her and she in return said I was always kind and friendly towards her,but she was always in my fantasies whenever I found myself single or drunk. I'd imagine making her moan, feeling her breasts and squeezing them with my hands as my cock entered her wet pussy and. My orgasm was the most intense I had ever had. Hot cum sprayed over Giles’ hand. He leaned over me and licked his hand clean. He kissed me and whispered, “ My turn.” I pulled him towards me and kissed him, my tongue explored his mouth and my hand wrapped around his cock. I had never held another cock and the feel of hardness and smooth flesh felt fantastic. Giles gave a low moan as my pace quickened and my kisses got stronger. I wasn’t quite as expert as Giles at keeping another man on the edge. This party was held at a newly renovated venue of theirs called the “DC Speakeasy.” Upon entry, there was a sign outside the door of the building that said “Fleamarket” which I found quite humorous. I immediately knew that was code for that is where the party was taking place.When I went inside, I walked down a narrow hallway. At the end of the hallway was an elder gentleman who happened to be the founder of Bi-Weekly parties. He greeted my friend and I and had us sign in. He also charged us a.