Just like all the poetry about wine. Persians love their wine, but in poetry it’s supposed to represent…oh, everything good except wine. Paradise ...specially.”“Was it really all figurative?”April laughed. “Who knows? It varied from author to author.”“Like the wine in the Song of Songs.”April laughed again and shook her head, “No, the cup never lacking mixed wine isn’t the same thing at all. It’s a very fine image though.”“Is it?”“Oh yes, evocative and perfectly accurate.”As Brenda looked at her. I guided her to the floorand pulled her sweater off revealing four more of her gorgeous cocks. Igrabbed two (her bottom left and top right) and started pumping. I knewmy hands were smaller now than before the change, but even so Jane'scocks felt so big in my grasp. I took her top left cock in my mouth.The second cock I'd sucked in my life! But not the last by any stretchof the imagination. As I worked three of her nipple-cocks the fourthpressed into one pair of my soft, sensuous breasts. I. I told her I would happily have another glass and she told me she would be tipsy drinking on an empty stomach so I suggested some food.We had a light bit of food and another glass of wine, we had got to the, “clearly flirting with each other” situation and we both knew it. The topic of conversation was becoming more sexually orientated and I thought I would go for it so I suggested getting a bottle of wine and taking the conversation to my room.She thought for a minute, smiled and told me if. I felt him behind me and turned to him. My thigh was against his crotch. I said oh my, I’m sorry Jake. He said don’t be. I got brave. I said if we were alone, I would take care of that for you. I felt it twitch in his slacks and I knew I just made it worse. Laughing inside. I looked down and saw it ... the wet spot on his pants leg ... way down on his pants leg. I thought OMG, what’s he packing that it hangs that far. He said can I help with something. I said I think maybe you can, i pulled him.