When I asked Joe how he felt about sharing this beautiful creature with other men and he said “We all have our hobbies, I like building cars and Mar... likes sex,” adding that “some hobbies are more expensive than others!!” At dinner Mary sat between us. I placed my hand on her thigh and she did likewise, slowly moving her hand up towards my hardening cock.She rested her hand there during the meal and occasionally giving it a light squeeze, then looking at me and smiling. At one point she leaned. He started licking my tongue gently, and I started handjob with little pace. He inserted his tongue inside my mouth, and our tongues were whirled. I was in a different world with that kiss. He locked my tongue and kissing beautifully. I never had this feeling before, and my pussy was leaking.He lifted my saree till tighs. He was making a circle on my bare thigh and kissing my lips. Then with another hand, he loosened my blouse and put his hand inside my bra. I was lost and sped up the handjob.. .I thought" I continued, "I'd let you get settled in before bothering you." You're about the only one that did let me get settled." she laughed, "I suppose now you'll be asking for a date." If you like." I replied crossing my mental fingers."Well that's a new approach." she laughed, "'If I like', well I do like, just to satisfy my own curiosity if nothing else."I was so flabbergasted that I almost forgot to sort out the time and place for our date, but she drew my mind to this small point. My wimp father had wussed out on me by not providing my birthright. The legacy of which every one of our ancestors who had a pair of balls had been privileged to partake of, to sample the practice of prostitution for their first time. Cop-out pop handed me the gaily wrapped package. I glumly tore the paper off. It was a FleshLight. Google it, if you don't know what this new type of 'pocket-pussy' male toy is all about. This was larger that the standard portable “fill-doe” (rhymes with.