Not so that early morning, the sexual fog residue put me right out of it again. I closed my eyes at 3:30AM, then opened them again at 8AM.When I awoke...the sun was not shining, and all was not right with the world. It was a dreary day, which put me in a dreary mood. In my case a dreary mood manifests itself as aggression. I might have been in an aggressive mood, but I wasn't pure evil. I decided to let Jen sleep until 10AM at least.While I waited I fixed myself an egg sandwich which was every. But I didn’t leave her and made her sit on my lap and put my hand over her exposed naval and started massaging her.I convinced her that nobody will get to know about this but she was not ok with it. But I continued with her navel and on the other hand stated to grab her boobs and press it. I was kissing her neck vigorously because of all this stimulation at once she gave up and let out a small moan “aaaahhh”. Which gave me a full go ahead. I slightly turned her head and started sucking her lips. I had never thought about it before, but men have really powerful mouths and tongues, and Raoul was proving it as I enjoyed him. He was sucking me hard, and it felt very, very good as he manipulated his tongue around my throbbing cock that was begging for relief.“Now finish fucking him, use two fingers on his cock as well as your mouth Raoul.”“What a turn on this is,” Dita purred, as she watched my cock in Raoul’s mouth as he worked his tongue around and reached up and teased my nipples.“I love. Sitting on a barstool was perfect for Joan to flash her mound. When the bartender took our drink orders, Joan bent down towards him as if to better hear him. He got an eyeful of Joan's breasts There was a dancer with castanets whirling around the dance floor. She was beautiful. The dancer was joined by an Argentinian gaucho. He was dressed in all black, with a Bolero jacket and skin tight pants that flared at the ankle. The castanets clicked and the music got louder. The dancing was very.