My guests seemed to be enjoying themselves as much as I was and, of course, this pleased me.Roberta drew her face so close to mine, it became uncomfor...able not to kiss her. With my erogenous zones aflame, my famine for the sultry temptress before me was biblical. In her eyes, it became quite apparent that my desire was noted and I believed the sought for purpose of the evening. Maybe even the turn on Roberta was looking for. Though I could not see what her hands were doing, I wondered if they’d. Her mouth opened, and her tongue ran sensuously across her upper lip. Holding his shaft in one hand, keeping the gold chain lifted clear with the other, she began to swirl her hips in slow, wide arcs, snapping them sharply as she brought them around. His cock-head churned her molten cunt-flesh, mashing her quivering clitoris."Oh baby yes yes my gooooooood it feels so good!" she gasped, chewing her lower lip again.Her hands slid away from his cock and the gold chain and moved erotically up her. Sometimes more than a few times a day. With each passing day, the thought of going back grew. The desire to feel him in my mouth again. It didn't help that I had swiped a couple of pairs of my mother's used pantyhose, back to wearing them regularly. Penthouse made its return, the gay ads and the bi stories in the Forum fueled my fire for cock. My self-imposed, shame-filled exile from Charlton Book and Video would last a week and a half. On Wednesday, my parent took off for a long weekend.. ‘Hey, come on,’ he said, throwing an arm around her. ‘We’re here to have fun, not argue American foreign policy. Let’s agree to disagree and drop it.’ She nodded and hugged him. ‘I just don’t ever want to lose you. The thought of losing you over there, of losing you period… ‘ She cried harder over his shoulder. He pulled away, kissed her and wiped tears from her cheeks. ‘You won’t lose me. Not unless you wander off with some guy on the beach while I’m plastered, some crazy guy who digs tall,.