Explaining about Lorraine is a way of telling you what Brenda and Laura were NOT like.Brenda was challenging. She was a "Goody Two Shoes" She had been...a "Good girl" And felt she had missed out sexually. We were friends. She was sweet. She would send me gifts. She fancied me but was too polite to ever show it openly. She was small, blonde, small breasts. The only thing she had in common with Lorraine was her bid arse!The first time we met was for to go to a sporting event. We both supported. She gripped my cock at the base and stroked it toward her mouth, opening her lips wide. She sucked me deep into her mouth, and I shot, my spasming cock shooting loads of hot man-stuff into my sister’s sucking mouth. Shelby sucked harder, swallowing. Her hand never left my balls as she massaged and tugged at the skin. Then, slowly, she pulled away from my still hard cock, look- ing at it. The she stood and backed away, sitting on the kitchen table. She reached down and pulled her robe. “Why do you ask?” “You see,” Angie clarified; “My husband and I are familiar with the top of Thai society. We go to… very… exclusive parties, gatherings that are… discreet… and quite different… to say the least. It’s how the elite amuses, entertains itself…” “Could I maybe move over, place myself in between you two?”“Sure,” I said, while Peter moved from behind the table to make way. Angie slotted herself neatly in between us. “You see; people that look like you two are a rarity in Asia and the. A couple of minutes later, we were sitting upright in the back seat, cuddling each other. As usual, after car sex, I now became aware again of where we were, a metal and glass box parked in a city street. I looked at the buildings on either side of us. If anybody had passed on the sidewalk in the last thirty minutes or so I would have been too distracted to notice them.I would have preferred to indulge my post-coital mood in a bed or even on a living room couch; I didn’t want to get into the.