I stroked his inner thigh, progressively extending the length of the strokes until I reached his crotch. He gasped a bit, looked at me, and asked, "He...e?"I smiled and said it is hot for me to caress under the table, be it man or woman who is with me. He whispered, "That's why I'm here. You're so experienced, and I feel so relaxed and trusting with you!" I smiled again, and suggested we head to the hotel. Once in the suite, I suggested a shower, then a soak in the en suite Jacuzzi. He was being. .. I think you mentioned a reward or something?” I said, trying to keep this surreal conversation on track.“Alright alright, always gotta rush to the good stuff. Nobody ever stops to smell the roses.”“The only thing I smell is some serious mildew that I DON’T want to know anything about.”“Okay daddio, fair enough. Well I’ll tell you what. I can’t think of anything original to reward you with, so I’ll just let you pick. The last person was a woman who I gave 30 cowboys to, and a never ending. She looks good, and did not care who was watching. My dad was a DJ back in his prime. From the time I was 16, he always told me to watch the quiet girls. They were the keepers. The ones that never kiss and told, the wildcats in the sack. He was an avid cheerleader for them. Felicia had my, as well as others attention. How could you go from a wallflower to "The clubs most wanted?" We order drinks at the bar, near the dance floor. She humps at the air, making her body wave as Omarian croons. "Debbie did so with a loud gulp. The entire mass of his cum seemed to go down in one large piece, almost rubbery in thickness. She began to breathe quickly in a series of quick pants to prevent throwing up. Finally getting her system under control and without knowing why, she ran her tongue over her lips as if she just had some ice cream. Her lips were covered with more cum and she had to swallow a second time. This time is was a little easier. Debbie tried to tell herself that it was like.