And your ass presses harder still against my cock. A Chinese word. I don't understand. Could you be saying, “Oh God”? Could it be “Stop”?... I hesitate but your hand flies down to mine, covering it and you stroke yourself with my fingers. The little button, like a tiny cock, pulsates, rises, demands attention. And when I touch you again, your juices flow freely over my fingers. “My mouth is dry,” you murmur. “Do you want water?” “No, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” Your. A deck of cards sat in the middle, and before each place sat a neatly arranged stack of chips. The TV was on, paused at the beginning of a scene that I immediately recognized: Jaime and Jessica, naked, facing away from the camera, hands behind their heads. It was one of the most viewed videos on the secret website of the society of “Friends” that I was being inducted into.In front of the door to the pool, six beautiful young ladies stood in a line. I hadn’t seen any of them before, but by their. She had to be in her late fifties, nice blonde-graying shoulder length hair. Beautiful face with warm blue eyes. She was dressed all business professional but with a touch of sexy. This woman oozed money, education, and power. I thought she must have been really hot twenty or thirty years ago. She smiled at me and we got to talking. She was in the same boat as me as far as not knowing a soul and being tired of explaining her role there. I liked her the more we talked and she seemed to like, we. She leaned over giving me a glimpse of her ample bossom. "what you going to do about my wine" she said in a husky voice. I started to tell her that I was repalcing it. shesat back as she listened and crossed her legs slowly I glimpsed her white panties and stocking tops and started to blush. " you like what you see?" you purr I get fluster and try to deny it but your legs open and i can see your lovely satin white panties. You laugh and close your legs as my staff bring a new bottle over. After.