He slappedmy face and I eased off and went back to a slower sucking.You were pumping your finger on my ass so nicely, that I was moaningeven with the ...ock filling my mouth. I stretched a hand between my legsand started frigging my clit, but you slapped it as usual, then guidedme to open my orbs with both hands to give you better access to my sissypussy, which you proceeded to fill with two fingers now.I pulled John's cock out of my mouth and sighed. But he didn't allowedme to spend much time,. While adding the vegetables to the grill he asked her to go inside to pick out a bottle of wine from the chiller in the kitchen and told her where the opener was. With the bottle in one hand, two glasses and the opener in the other she joined him on the patio, placing the items on the table. She walked up to where he stood in front of the smoking grill and handed him the bottle and opener. Deftly he opened the bottle and she poured it in the glasses.As he continued to cook she found her way. One day, I decided to take the next step. ”Robbie?” I questioned, after perhaps half an hour of making out.”Yeah, Rita?”I jumped off his bed – his parents are very trusting – and picked up a scarf off the floor. I grinned cheekily at him, while he gazed at me, uncomprehending.”Put this on,” I demanded. ” ‘Round your eyes.’He gave a little gasp of comprehension, and smiled at me softly.”And take off your T-shirt” I added as an afterthought.He looked so sexy, lying back on his bed in just his. He must have been more than just a news reporter, perhaps his family had some money. A night in San Francisco’s rooftop lounges had segued into his room-with-a-view in the expensive hotel beneath. He was just in it for the sex, she had warned herself then. But now, as she climbed into the lower berth, she wondered where he was. Men were strange beasts, she thought. Jim was demographically just right to become her husband, and he behaved like an animal. Everything was wrong about Bernard, but as.