Those of them that had previous experiences were very emphatic about how their boyfriends totally failed to compare with me.#8: Importantly, a large n...mber of other girls were loudly clamoring for a ride on Mark's Magic Muscle. (Being well brought up Christian girls, they didn't actually word it that way; that's just me amusing myself, if not you.)"Right!" urged Julia. "Let's get to the hotel." {Groan}. I don't think I can walk." That's from Morgan, not me.I volunteered, "I'll ask the angel to. "Go ahead," she says softly, her face a mix of pleasured torture.I mean I'd heard her, knew exactly what she meant, but even then I sat there unmoving, but it wasn't because I was shocked by her comment, or even that I had already decided to do so, but I was mesmerized by watching her, the movie long forgotten now. But it was my delayed response perhaps that caused her to speak again."Oh for hells sakes Brad, it's not like I haven't seen you jerk off before!"Which is true, she had, but that. "Yes. We go my house now."We didn't talk much during the drive home. She never dropped her accent or the role she was playing. Game or not, though, she was jet lagged out and spent most of the trip asleep. I didn't press her; she needed the rest. I spent the time working out my own role. If she was the helpless mail-order-bride, that meant that I was the swinish, domineering, sexist male. This might be fun - as long as we both knew I was playing. I mentally adjusted my boorishness higher.I. Emma let go of Annie’s head and looking down at this strange woman she met less than an hour ago said, “Okay – Okay – Okay you won this round!!! Let me clean up and I’ll let you go play with my man – just remember I fuck him first.”Annie smiled and kissed Emma on the lips bringing the smell and taste of Emma’s pussy to her mouth. She walked over to the sink picked up the nearest toothbrush and brushed her teeth as Emma took the portable nozzle and cleaned her pussy. Annie turned as she.