I raised both my hands to behind my head as if in abject and total surrender, and once there, I raised my girlish bum from the seat cushion and felt h...m slid forward, all the way inside me, only stopping when he felt as if he were directly behind my belly button, I groaned, then moaned, 'Fuck me', I begged him, my bum now raising up and down as I crushed my clitoris against his grey pubic hair, 'Fuck me, Seed me', I moaned over and over, not seeing him, just feeling him, as he cradled the soft. I told him that I loved thinking about guys when I masturbated. He could see me taking looks at the bulge in his jeans and asked ‘About me?’ and I nodded. I remember his huge sigh at hearing this, a change in his demeanour and a different energy in the room. He disappeared to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. We drank and chatted more and I soon felt adjusted to the scenario, company and conversation. I knew the ground had shifted and my breathless anxiety turned. She came up off me, breathing deeply and smiling, “You like?” I didn’t need to answer. My cock, which now stood as hard as a pole, spoke louder than any words. “Hurry,” I urged her. The fact that I had no clear notion of why Lisa was sucking my dick no longer even registered as a thought when measured against the sensations of my buddy's wife actually sucking it.She smiled wickedly, clearly registering the sounds of her husband completing some odd job or another in the kitchen. Rather than. Abigail blinked back her tears and gave a sideways glance to the woman next to her. Anna Maria reached over, her eyes never leaving the television, and patted Abigail’s hand. ‘He’ll be fine. You’ll see,’ she said softly. A tall blond woman swept into the waiting room, her hazel eyes fell first on Anna Maria, and then Abigail. Her smile looked forced as she glanced back at Anna Maria and rushed over to greet the woman. Behind her, the rest of the band members of Diavolo followed. ‘Anna Maria. So.