He thought briefly of his sister, Amélie, and of Sandrine, the former slave.“It depends.”He looked around at the circle of faces and tried to gue...s which ones might have had experience. Their blandness and eagerness argued strongly their sexual adventures to the moment consisted of their imaginations, their hands, and perhaps the assistance of a friend and his hand and perhaps even his mouth.Inadvertently he thought of Antoine and their adventures together. Gérard had never thought of himself. The fragrance was intoxicating. I inhaled and let out a sigh. Babita then proceeded to suck the beer and Maya’s juices out of her g-string. I almost exploded at that very moment.“ Do you wanna taste me?” Babita lustfully asked."Of course," I answered. With that, she reached down between her legs, puts her fingers into her pussy and coated them with her juices. She put her fingers in my mouth. She tasted sweet and wonderful. I lifted her dress up the curve of her ass and she started grinding her. She began to stroke my engorged cock with her red painted fingernails, smiling and cooing. The husband came onto the sofa in his Calvins and began stroking my chest. He knelt down and began licking and chewing on my nipples as I reached to stroke his obviously hard cock through his pants.‘Take them of darling’ said his wife, gently instructing her husband to remove his bulging briefs.As he did so the wife bent ever so slightly forward and began licking the crown of my cock. She was salivating. The two of us were so close together; she’s a very sexy girl so I just did what felt natural.”“Did you grope all the girls you sat with?” his sister challenged.“I suppose I did back then,” he confessed. “In my experience, a girl that cuddles that close to a boy does so for a reason. And I never forced things; she could have stopped it any time you wanted. She just didn’t seem to want to.”“So you saw me as just another of your conquests?” Elaine asked provocatively.“Of course not; you’re my.