It was, in fact, as she heard his joyfully agonized groan and felt the hot jets of his semen soaking her, that the final barrier her exhausted ego had...tried to put up fell.“All right,” she breathed into his ear as he sagged on top of her. His weight felt wonderful pressing her into the bed. “I’ll marry you.”Whether one considers it odd or not, the fact she’d accepted his proposal didn’t affect her decision that moving in together wasn’t the way she wanted to go. As was theorized, morals don’t. While we fondled each other's nipples, Christina ground down on my swelling cock. She seemed to be in a crazed state after just a minute or two. All of a sudden, she hopped up and knelt before me while undoing my belt and pants. After jerking them to my ankles, Christina's frenzy slowed to a stop. She stared at my pulsing hardon momentarily before wrapping her lips around it and taking it down her throat.This was a new skill. I was suddenly jealous of the one that taught it to her. As her. I could feel my face matching the red in the outfit that stretched across my body, barely covering my ass and nipples. Laughing, Rachel took her drink off of me, and we walked back together to the table. "Look on the bright side," she said, suddenly trying to reassure me, "as bad as things seem now, just remember how fondly you'll think of that outfit." She stopped to take a sip of her drink, before flashing me with a naughty glance, "When you're up on stage in just a thong!" The wink she gave. Lady Patricia had employed a string quartet for entertainment purposes and they played discreetly in a corner well away from the general conversation.Harold thought it all a bit of a farce and terribly expensive but endured it all with a silent tongue. One of the pretty young things wearing a devastatingly short dress sat down beside him and let her delectable soft-skinned bare thigh rest with familiar abandon on his expertly creased trouser leg. He managed a sideways glance and saw that her.