As the hands of David's living room clock inched past two A.M., Laylah found herself getting quite drowsy. She did not want to be rude, so she just sa... on the couch, her head bobbing every so often."Why don't you go to bed?" David asked as he gathered the dishes and carried them to the kitchen. "I am going to bed myself, just as soon as I get these dishes done."Laylah stumbled slightly as she stood up. "M'lord, let me do the dishes. I was the one that made the mess; I should be the one to clean. ' It was obvious that thse guys were inexperienced from there conversationbut I was surprised to here one of them say 'I want to look at her tit's' and with that I felt my blouse being lifted' 'Oh! thy are great, look' I could smell their bodily odours as the peered down my top and I found it incredibly arousing.I knew I should stop them right in their tracks but my arousal together with the alcohol lowered my resistance to almost nothing. I decided to let them continue knowing I. " It's the way I try to live my life. It's the way I think God would want us all to act." I'll agree with you there," Shack said with a big smile.I talked with Jon Vencille for a while and he told me almost the same things as Shack had. Both boys were very quiet and I figured their upbringing was responsible for that. Jon confided in me that he would eventually like to get married."I don't want it to be like the kind of marriage mom and dad had though," he said. "I want it to be more like you. ‘Oh I’ve been waiting for this,’ she whispered as her juice flowed over my tongue. My neck was beginning to ache as the level at which she was sitting was a bit low, but I persevered to please her. I put my tongue to her clitoris and began to flick it, then massage it. ‘Oh yes Marcus,’ she moaned, ‘yes baby, yes.’ She grabbed hold of my hair and pulled my head against her as she reached her climax, I was being smothered but I kept going. ‘Oh yes-yes-yes-YESSSSS!’ she squealed as she came. My.