It seems polite to test her out for wetness, so I slip two fingers cautiously into her vagina. Oh, she’s wet alright. Hot, too. It’s like molten l...va in there.There hasn’t been a word of reproach. No reprimanding hand on my shoulder. No awkward coughs. Why should there be? Of course there shouldn’t. Not at this party. But that fact is just too surreal to believe.I bend my mind around that reality one last time - the muffled cries coming from her cock-stuffed mouth help with that - and then. I was really nervous about letting him because his cock was so fat. I sucked his cock nearly every night and nearly every night it made my jaw ache. I was afraid he would hurt me. After a couple of weeks of him begging me, I finally agreed to let him try but told him I would sit on his lap and would pull off if it hurt too much. He agreed.We both took our pants off and I straddled him, facing him after he lubed his cock and my ass. He started by putting his finger in me and gently working my. She took the other side of the settee, so was alongside Mike. She pulled her legs up and leaned back. She was obviously still high on the drink, and her dressing gown was rather more open than it should have been. Mike couldn't take his eyes off her curves and her legs, which were uncovered high up on her thighs. We chatted about this and that, and I could see Mike edging slowly towards her. She said something funny and he laughed and put his arm round her shoulder. She leaned towards him. Up. By now it waspointless to resist or even question why it was necessary to put so manyrollers in. "You'd like a little make-up, wouldn't you?" She didn'treally wait for a reply. I sat very still while she did various thingsaround my eyes. "And now for the lipstick." I watched as she twisted thetube and the red end of the lipstick appeared. "It a bit like a littlecock, isn't it?" she laughed. "A little cock touching your lips."She removed the rollers and brushed out my hair. I looked at.