. it did come as something of a shock. There was certainly a lot of wild stuff going on there..."Sarah patted his knee, saying gaily, "Well, since Jan...married you we're all alone now, Steve, and we've had to find some new amusements. I'd venture to say our whole way of life has changed since you last saw us at the wedding."I'll bet it has, Steve thought, wondering. But he didn't say much more; his mind kept drifting back to the amazing vision of the young girl on stage having her back hole. But, well, you know me by now. I am not a noble person. George is, I am not.Our company had long since discovered the magical marketing powers of wine tasting sessions. The combination of a luxury hotel, good food, music and the intoxicating presence of expensive European wines never failed to bring together crowds of exactly the right people.Enter, Alec.Alec was a connoisseur of wines. (And an alcoholic, I'm sure. Probably a professional hazard.) He looked the part. He wore his fifty years in. "Yes, of course," he said. "Well, you'll have to sit down, Milady. You're taller than Iam." "I know that." Bruce said and sat down in front of the King'svanity. The chambermaid pulled the brush through Bruce's auburnhair in smooth even strokes. "This feels so good," Bruce saidwithout thinking. And it did. He gazed into the mirror andwitnessed the scene as though it were a painting. His hair becamea bright fan of light as the maid pulled it out from his face in aslow gentle arc with her. A mere hour ago they were confined around my head, and then my friend had his encircled between them as her body contorted while releasing whispery murmurs. It isn’t exactly the shape or the look of them, more likely the fact that she has them spread allowing a excellent view of that six inch rope of viscous cum running down the inside of her left leg as globules continue to cling on the blonde hairs surrounding her inflamed pussy lips as a copious amount is still concealed.This seems almost.