It was Portia, dear sweet blonde Portia, who collared us one drunken nightand confessed about a naughty dream she's had, based on a game she'd seen in...n amusement arcade. I'd never seen it, but it involves holding onto some sortof joystick as it gradually becomes more painful – a strange way to wastea pound coin, but there you go. She wanted to do the opposite, and told ushow in graphic detail. Well, you agree to anything when you're drunk, don't you? That was our protestwhen she gathered Amy. I can't concentrate during the day or doanything without thinking of men and panties and sex and smooth,hairless asses, with balls hanging down, and...you know."Me either! - but I managed not to say it. This is serious business."What about sex with your partner? Perhaps she'd like you to play withher ass, to lick her there, to wear panties you could rub against?" I tried and she says she's not into that. Frankly the heat is out ofour relationship, I think we're still together out of inertia. She untied my belt and parted my robe and then moved her lips to my chest. Loni planted soft kisses on every inch of flesh in between using her teeth and tongue to lick and gently nip my nipples. She slowly stood up and removed her bra. Staring me directly in the eyes, she caressed her beautiful B cups and softly moaned as she did this. When she sat down again and I was amazed at the amount of heat I felt from between her legs. She then began to tease me in a new way. Loni would bring her erect. My head flew back in pleasure and I lost it, cursing loudly and begging for more.“Harder, Jase, please! Ung, harder!”Jason rolled us forward in a flash so that I was on my back and he was on top of me. He firmly took my arms from around him, pinned my hands above my head and he really fucked me. I loved the weight. I loved the power and consistency of his thrusts. There was no censoring of the sounds we both made. I think I may have even been screaming.The long, deep thrusts and the squeak of.