Margot skipped to the song that was Ixchel’s favorite. She walked over to the kitchen and made a drink for Ixchel. Ixchel never drank, but she let M...rgot put the cup to her lips. She drank it and wanted to spit it out. But she didn’t. She let Margot kiss her. She let Margot lead her to the bed and undress her. But she wasn’t really in that dingy bungalow, on that mattress on the floor. She was in a tiny apartment in some dirty part of Paris, with Henry Miller. She didn’t wake up until it was. Our hard cocks would come out and we’d stroke ourselves while lying side-by-side on the bed or sitting next to each other on the couch. We’d talk about what we’d like to do to this or that girl and at the same time, slowly build up our pace while watching each other jack off. It always reached a point where one of us would ask the other if they wanted to suck and we always wanted to. However, I also remember that for a long time, after sucking each other's dicks, we’d finish each other off by. "Cindy, what are you doing? Please try to show a little modesty."What the hell was she talking about? I had a towel wrapped around me, asurprisingly soft and fluffy one (pink) considering the state of thiscrumby apartment."You are far more daring that me," K continued, and she suddenlyblushed. It was strange, seeing this strangely human and bashfulreaction on a woman like K. "I can see your chest and everything!"Bloody hell. I was wearing my towel like a man, covering the importantbits but not. I tied Sandy to the bed all naked and spread eagled, she didn’t know it, on this night I set up the movie camera to capture the festivities.I snuck out momentarily and let Al into the house. He undressed as I started to massage Sandy all over. As Al took of his boxers I saw the biggest hardest black cock I had ever seen, he saw me staring and just smiled knowing he would be soon fucking my beautiful wife.Al and I switch places and his hands started to massage Sandy all over. I started taping.