I don't care. i'll just lick her feet. or lick her asshole while she is riding him. i'll lick her pussy after he is done. i don't care if i eat some c...m. i'll suck his dick too. with her. anything. she is our sexy angel. but we can never have her. she is out of our reach. and we are still there, alone, naked on a chair, with our dick in our hand. even more horny. no more plastic fuck dolls for us. now it's the real girls, the girls we see walking down the street, the girls we talk to at work,. . I guess it will have to wait until later!"Oh, she was good at this—making me guilty about whatever she wanted from me.I kept typing on my paper about the Civil War, when she gave me a hug from behind. It felt awfully good. I dropped my hands from the keyboard asking, "What game is it?"She let go of me saying, "Spin the Bottle!"Catching a breath, I asked, "Have you ever played it before, Tessa?" No, I was hoping you would teach me how to play it," she responded."It really is a better game for. She would always back off and say that she really wasnt into those things that I would talk about. This was something that I lived with and struggled with. I understand where she comes from on the subject, and to be honest, all of my talk was always just that&hellip, talk. I dont think, if ever given the opportunity, that I would do anything as wild as what I would describe to her. I just thought that it would be fun to play out some of those fantasies in our imaginations, just for excitement.. Sondrawas all for the idea, and off we went. Once in the suite, Sondra said shewanted to shower off some of the suntan lotion while I made drinks andordered roomservice. After the food arrived, Sondra rejoined us, combingher wet hair and wearing only a short towel wrapped around her waist. BothBill and I commented on how lovely she looked and on the nice, even tan shewas getting. Bill didn't act embarrassed or surprised at seeing Sondratopless, so who was I to make a fuss over it? .