!Ooooooohh! Ooooh! Oh, Gaaad!Incredible! A mini-orgasm just from looking at him and shaking hishand.I tried to catch my breath. Never had anyone s... forcefullymasculine had such an impact on me! I wanted to feed my appetitefor him, glut myself, use him to fulfill me, complete my being! Iwanted to wrap myself around him then and there, force whatever histhing into me, I couldn't care what it was, push it deep inside me,hook it into me so he couldn't possibly escape, feel it grow. I said it was okay and I would keep her company but she insisted I go, so I did, not thinking anything of it.I strolled down to the pick up point only a couple of hundred metres from the hotel and thought I was being selfish going out and leaving my wife in the room alone not feeling well.I got to the shop and explained that my wife was ill and tried to get some sort of refund for us not going (more chance of finding rocking horse shit) so after an argument I decided I wasn’t going to get. You don't have to be ashamed", answered Corinna. Welaughed, but some strange -but not uncomfortable- atmosphere wasdeveloping. Corinna looked at me. Her delicate face was reddened bythe sun, the alcohol, and her excitement. It seemed like she wantedabsolution from me for her intentions. I was insecure; group sex? Ihad fantasized about it before but we never had talked about it... Iagreed, as I never would have when I was sober. I nodded to her as asign of my acceptance. From the corner of my. The mixture of champagne, female sweat and Sherry’s hot pussy juice made such a sticky combo in my mouth as I worked the tip of my tongue inside her tiny red slit, sucking my breath inward past her small erect clit. She grabbed the champagne bottle and poured all the remaining drops between her small but firm breasts. Then she pushed my head away.“Fuck me between my tits,” she exclaimed, leaning over and squeezing them together as I slowly started to pump my stiff cock to and fro between.