I made sure I told the interviewers that Sylvia was my Gal Pal not lover. I didn't expect that bit of boring information to find it's way into any art...cles.Once inside the party itself, we were greeted by the producer calling herself the party hostess. She introduced us to one of the housewives of Atlanta, who in turn introduced us to her husband. Her husband sent us on our way with the directive, to mingle.So we wandered off to be mingled. I had no intention of inserting myself uninvited into. “Well, I’m just not in that kind of mood this evening. Perhaps some other time”When the waitress had left, David said, “I’ll believe that when I see it.”Dinner was delicious, but neither of them wanted dessert. They both admitted to being more than a little bit nervous, and although coffee sounded appealing, dessert did not. Eventually, they asked for the bill. “Just two cock teases left,” Bobbi announced as they waited for the waitress to bring it to them. David jolted upright as he felt. Pulling away from her I led her by her hand and opened Nigel’s bedroom door, leading her in we embraced at the side of his bed, snogging gently. A few minutes passed and I lifted up her dress and took it off over her head, she had white bra and knickers on.As we resumed kissing, I unclasped her bra and sat her down on Nigel’s bed. She moved into the middle as I laid down beside her. We were kissing and I was touching her tits, she whimpered again, then I moved down and flicked my tongue over. She had this smirk on her face. "I'm going to fuck you!" she said to me while she strutted over with that purple penis swaying back and forth.Lynne walked over to me with that tube of lube in hand.I got on my hands and knees with my face facing the cushion of the Futon. Lynne lubed my asshole and then lubed the strap-on cock. She turned on the vibrator on the strap-on. Ashley got on her knees behind me while Lynne sat on the Futon with her ass cheeks and the heels of her feet on the edge of the.