He seemed genuinely interested to know all about her and it wasn’t till an hour later that she realised that she had told him her life story.Nigel w...lked her home on that fateful night, it would be the turning point for her. At her door, he kissed her goodnight and gave her his phone number. He told her to call him in the morning.Janine walked in the door and went to her bedroom. She undressed and looked at herself in the mirror. Nigel had seen something in her, he had called her beautiful,. The warmth of the limo wrapped itself around us as our hands caressed each others' faces. Tasha’s perfume and the smell of her hair filled my nostrils with an intoxicating aroma. Finally we were home. Our passion was at a boiling point. As soon as the door was closed to shut out the night air, I had Tasha pinned against the hall wall and was lifting her dress. My mouth hungrily kissed the cool tanned porcelain skin of her neck. Likewise, my daughter was removing my coat, vest, and belt. We. Action! This was ACTION!! She repeated the process again and again – I would never have thought of Fiona as the Squirting Queen, who was having the time of her life; oh, I see that girl, I’m watching that scene, I’m digging this squirting queen. “Cut, that’s a wrap.” And with that, Fiona called an end to proceedings; no more lesbian lustful lovelies for today. The all left he studio to shower and dress; I was left in the studio with a boner the size of my arm and blue-balls the size of tennis. "Jane wants you over for dinner tonight. You can bring Keisha along." Keisha is out of town. Why don't we meet when she gets back?"Bob hesitated for a second, "Please come by this evening. Jane and I would like that." Sure Bob. Text me your address. I will be there around 6 pm." Can you be there earlier by 3 pm?" he began typing his address on his phone."Okay, see you at 3 then." As my phone sounded the receipt of the new message.Bob and Jane lived in a gated community. I pulled over to the.