With little option I had drinks and dinner with Doug—he and I were the only guests left in the place—and even joined him for an after-dinner diges...if. Just one; I firmly begged off when he ordered a refill and seemed ready to continue well into the night. I couldn't afford the let-down. He seemed a perfectly pleasant guy and, when he finally opened up a little from his focus on me, an amusing raconteur of anecdotes about his career as a salesman, but I frankly found that a little of him went a. I don’t know about girlfriends. I wonder who it will be. Will she like stiffies as much as Mommy? Will she fuck Papa and Uncle Jose like Mommy does me? I guess that would be only fair. When Uncle Jose has a girlfriend stay overnight he doesn’t ask me if I want to fuck her. Maybe I’m supposed to ask or maybe I’m not good enough yet. It’s kinda confusing so I’ll just have to ask Mommy.Mommy’s cunt feels real good anytime. It is extra slippery if she has just been fucking and I like that too.. We were in the drawing room. The doors to the garden outside were open, providing us with a breath of air that brought with it the scent of late summer flowers and the suggestion of the onset of Autumn.There were, I suppose two dozen guests, all of them couples. The twelve women had all passed through my classes over the preceding year. The Darrows were there as well as the James. Amelia Robins whose buttocks had endured so much pain until she came to accept her role; Diana Johnson who must. His lips suddenly press against the fabric of my panties, only the thin layer of cotton separating it from my sensitive pussy. I moan deeply, and as I feel his hands start to tug, I lift my ass willingly to let him pull it off, making his access to my shaven lips easier.”Melissa feels her own shaven pussy lips and is surprised to find there's just a little hint of stubble there today. “I have to do something about that,” she thinks, but that will have to wait. Right now she has only one thing.