She saw the house for the first time after making the move to New Orleans, and was so impressed with its southern old-Victorian charm, that she was te...pted to buy the place right off before someone else did. The location was perfect -- just eight blocks away from the historic French Quarter, and a twenty-minute drive to work in traffic. Half of the rooms were already furnished, including the living area and the master bedroom where she would be sleeping. The cellar was large and clean, with. Slope of her shoulders. Her chest. The tiny bit of cleavage just peeking out from her dress. Again, she blushes. Back to sipping wine. We lock eyes across the table. Everything around them fades away. They are in a universe all our own. Lost in the depths of each other’s eyes. She can feel my desire, I hers. But it is not lustful. Calm, gentle, controlled. With a sense of longing to escape, we leave going back home.Marina is in the bedroom, she is deep in concentration, and never hears me. I get turned-on with the moaning and the sounds of intercourse, the cock going in and out and the smell, yes the smell, god I could wallow in the odour given off from the fuck. I have participated in group sex on a couple of occassions, but the biggest ploy is to be in the room when my girlfriends are being serviced, lying there in the dark, listening, drinking in the strong odours, and quietly relieving myself in unison to the movements, and on occassions, join in for a quickie, a cock suck a. You know the problem that I have starting so I was hoping that we could all be together for the night. It would make it easier for me. I would also like to be with you when you and Sarah... You know.”“Okay, yes, I know. How do you girls feel about that?”They both nodded their agreement. I got up and lifted Sarah to her feet. Ronnie took the hint and pulled Gary to his feet as well. We all moved up to the bedroom. I turned Sarah around and kissed her while unbuttoning her blouse. Gary made no.