I relaxed into Pearl’s arms and let her cradle me against her. I was half-lying across her lap with my head pressed into the softness of her chest. ...he rocked me quietly and started singing some song in Chinese. It sounded like the sort of song a mother sings to her children to get them to go to sleep.A part of me felt really silly. I’m not a child. I didn’t want to go to sleep. Pearl’s not my mother. She’s what, six years older than me? But another part of me loved it. Baby Bec sighed happily. Looking up, he met my eyes, and my smile widened. Our eyes stayed together as he folded his warm fingertips underneath the frilly fabric and began to move it downward, over my knee, across my calf, to my ankle and then over my shoe. The moment seemed locked in time, unreal, and I couldnt help but wonder how long we stood there. Hours later I had finished a three course meal, all the boys had removed their jackets and many of the girls had abandoned their shoes, though I chose to keep mine on. I. Here, roll over so I can lick your butt and suck you off too.”I rolled over onto my belly, spreading my legs. I felt her pull my cock down from under me and start to slowly lick up and down my shaft. The position was a bit awkward, but the feeling was amazing. Then I felt her tongue delve deep into my ass, making lift my butt up and groan. I was more or less on all fours as her hand gently milked my cock as her tongue played wonders with my prostate. Her tongue was long and she seemed to enjoy. At the bar I ordered two fruity rum drinks and chatted with the bartender. As I walked back with the drinks I saw two young Jamaican men kneeling by her chatting. Carol was up on her elbows tits jutting out. The young men were wearing loose cotton shorts and Carol was looking up their gaping shorts at their black cocks. When I got there Carol was smiling at them and she introduced them to me, "Rasta and Fred, this is my husband, Dick." They said what a lucky man I was. We finished our drinks.