She sat on the chrome and leather sofa. “Would you like a drink? I've got all kinds of booze here. I've got weed, cocaine..” She held up her hand....“It's very nice to offer, but I don't use d**gs. My father was killed by the Cali cartel. Every time I look at weed and coke, I can see the blood on it.” This made me pause. Her moral sensibilities were better than mine. My admiration began then. “And your mother is still alive?” “Oh yes, she lives in a very old Colonial manse in the Distrito. The four guys stood back to admire their handiwork, Sophia was spread-eagled across the table, her hips on one edge and her head hanging off the opposite edge, her body arched upwards pulling her tummy tight, her breasts exposed, the nipples standing up waiting to be abused by their fingers and teeth. The only piece of clothing still adorning her stunning 36c-24-36 body was her white lacy panties as the men started to strip off their overalls and the rest of their clothing, keeping just the. I didn't mind know i'm the first white boy sucking this cock excited me. i kept going up and down as far as i could on his cock. he then grabbed my head and really push his cock in my mouth i felt it go down my throat. i kinda felt weird but good i started gagging on it so he let up and i started pulling his cock put he pushed his cock back down my throat again i soon started breathing through my nose mainly so he could enjoy himself. i felt like serving his cock so i let him do as he pleased.. A tingle filled Dalias’ stomach and she felt a moistening between her thighs. They both sank into the two huge chairs, their eyes never wavering from each other. Dalia felt her nipples harden and strain against the silk of the robe. Susan slowly licked her lips. “I” they stammered in unison, laughing nervously. Again “I”, together… more laughter and they settled down. Susan spoke first. “I don’t know where this is going,” she whispered. “But where ever it is, I want to go there.” “So do I,”.