.. For a tiny, little girl, that is...," joked the blonde whileher dark-haired companion nodded in agreement. "But it's not very nice, isit, for priss... little girls to fight? They might get hurt... or dirty andmessy... Then Mommy'll be angry with them, won't she? We don't want Mommymad at little Sissy, now do we? She might punish her little sissy... 'Sendlittle sissy to bed without his din-dins. That wouldn't be nice, would it?So put your little fisties down and be a nice little girl for. “Tell me more,”For the next ten or fifteen minutes she queried me and a few of the others in the party, casually, but more or less in depth. I began to wonder what was so all fired interesting about a collection of us war relics. But, she was pretty and none of the guys seemed to mind her mini-inquisition. I sure didn’t. Apart from Lana, I’d not had an actual conversation with a woman in so long that it wasn’t even funny.The party went on till the wee smalls. We actually closed the place at a. I also noticed that my cock was harder than it had ever been.As I watched the scene in front of me play I out I noticed a fourth guy walking over from the back of the shop. He was holding a camera and taking pictures,and had one of her highheels in his hand and in between taking pics he was smelling it. I heard the guy whose cock was sliding in and out of my wife's mouth say "How is that pussy Marcus?" to the black guy fucking my wife from behind. Marcus replied that it was some of the best. ” The more part that I was ready to give her? “What are you afraid of, are you afraid I might slide my big hard cock into you?” There was a silence now as she did not answer. Finally she let out an audible breath. “Yes. You just made me slippery wet. God, I’m going to have to do it again when we hang up.” Her breathing was heavy and damp. I wanted to stick my tongue through the phone and French kiss her, or lick her sweet, bare pussy until she begged me to Fuck her. Absently I stroked my cock.