I could have flashed a toothy grinned right there and then: she was a posh slut. My favorite type of woman to sell. After years of practice at wooing ...omen – younger women like her especially – I had learned the various different approaches a man could take to gain access to ski the pink slope, and this Italian beauty was no exception. 3 hours later, Andrea and I burst into one of the women’s cubicles in the rest rooms, locking the door behind us as she feverously worked on the removal of my. Here I stood, completely naked with a man I'd only met a couple of weeks ago, and I was already wondering if I could get him to let me suck on that wonderful looking cock of his. I couldn't help but look at it. It appeared to be just like mine, at least in the dimensions part of it. He is also uncut, but his foreskin isn't as long as mine and it seems to be tighter then mine is. I found myself wondering if his skin still covered his cock head when he was hard."You like what you see, Jimbo?" I. She proceeded to go down on me and take my cock into her mouth. I looked over at Rick and he was definitely enjoying the show. I looked down at Carol and she was really getting into it and I caught her eye and motioned for her to look over at rick again....she was loving being the show, and looked back up at me, and i mouthed the words "do you want Rick to come over"...she looked at me to see if she could tell how I felt, I said do it if you want. Ilooked over to Rick and told him to come. She picked up a piece of toast and took a bite, leaving a speck of raspberry jam on her lower lip. Max took a paper napkin from the holder on the table and reached over to wipe the speck away. ‘Oh, thank you, dear,’ she said. ‘This jam is so delicious. What kind is it?’ ‘Raspberry, it’s your favorite.’ ‘Raspberry, yes, raspberry, my favorite.’ Max looked at his wife as she took another bite of toast. She seemed so fragile in the late afternoon sunlight, but he loved how the sun made her.