Easier than getting dressedagain every time he wanted a drink. He went on to have several.One champagne bottle later, Mike was more than ready for sl...ep. Hedidn't usually drink that much, but it just seemed to happen. Definitelydrunk now, he thought, giggling to himself.Judging by the pink bedspread and heart shaped pillows, he'd ended up inKathy's room. Wasn't there some rule about redheads not wearing pink?Then again, Kathy wasn't one for rules.Mike was lightheaded and tottering by this. ”The bed was noisily bouncing as he began fucking me with long, deep strokes. I was almost ready to have my first orgasm and we had just gotten started. I loved the feeling of his huge balls slapping against my ass at the bottom of each stroke, and I felt comfortable being fucked by that mature man and the father of my best friend. I didn’t have any experience to tell me how long he would last. I guessed that me sucking his cock before hand, and the tightness of my wet pussy, not to mention the. Ellen grew up knowing to never talk back or complain to her husband. One thing Ellen did not like was that the slave girls were always nude around the house. Horace wanted it that way. She especially did not like that her children saw them that way but she did not say anything. Horace loved to touch the girls bodies whenever he came close to them. He loved having his hands on a firm pair of young black tits. It always got him hard. The girls had learned that they were expected to make him feel. Slightly embarrassed she said she would and then I asked her how was the sex. She told me that it was good and she enjoyed it and definitely wants him to fuck her again. She then asked how my evening was and I told her pretty awesome and that I ended up cheating on my girlfriend with a redheaded bombshell. Amy called me a naughty boy and then asked me to explain this girl that I had met and kissed.I told her everything before saying goodnight and heading to my bed for a change. Once in bed I.