Never call me Sam or Sammy or anything else. Just Samuel. Haven’t unlocked my ability yet.”Samuel was big. And buff. It was slightly intimidating;...I have got to admit. Couple that with this voice and his bald head and you have got a super villain’s henchman vibe rolling off of him.The next guy was up next. He could not be more different from Samuel if he tried to. Black, curly hair, average looks and the way he carried himself; dude had the guy-next-door nailed on. If the guy living next door. My heart was beating faster and faster as I got my own private striptease from my sexy sister. She turned her back towards me and leaned forward as she pulled off her jeans and showed me her sexy ass cradled in her thong.“What are you doing?” She asked accusingly.I turned to face her. My cock was out and I stroked it as I looked at her tight body.She looked shocked at first but didn't tell me to stop. I stepped towards her. She stepped towards me. Her tits were small but she had a small frame.. Tubes of delicately fried phyllo, they were rolled like little cigarsstuffed with a mildly spiced cheese. Marcia slowly munched through two ofthem waiting for their entrees to arrive.* * *Grace was true to her word. There were no sparkly candles, no singing of"happy birthday," no mention of birthdays at all, faux or otherwise.Conversation had been light, inconsequential, mostly about the food and theBlue Cat, its enduring characters and its occasional customers. Too full fordessert,. This was another first for me. My wife would never titty fuck me. Sabrina my love to my dick with her tits until she withdrew another load of my cum. “Come here darling” I motioned to her to lay by me. “Let me return the favor and so you some love.” She laid on the bed. I removed her jeans the rest of the way. Then I removed her g-string and took a deep smell of them. “I’m going to keep these Sabrina”. She gave me a big smile. I placed the back of her knees on my shoulders and eases my face.