She let go of my hand, which she’d held almost continuously since we’d pushed back from the gate in LA. Her visage changed from a young, happy gir... who’d had a life-changing experience into her serious, quiet, reserved self.January 19, 1989, Chicago, Illinois“Good night,” I said to Jeri when she got out of my car at her house.“Good night,” she said, taking her bag from the back seat.We’d agreed that I’d simply drop her in front of the house and not even get out of the car. I watched her walk up. You know it is the heat and humid climate. It will be much more fun for your mister also.” she asked when she saw my discreet rubbing. “i may be of help to you as i shave also in addition to massage.” she added. “bai are you also, i mean, shaved?” “sure, my husband enjoys doing it. You can have a look.” saying that she immediately flopped on the carpet, lifted her saree and opened and lifted her legs. She was not wearing any panties. Her legs, though a bit short but plumb, and her skin was fair. Paul was the closet, so he drops his short and is as naked as I am, reaches over and starts playing with my cock getting it hard. Faith was far behind him and soon enough was naked with a hard cock. While Paul was stroking me, Faith bent over and took the head of my cock in her mouth and moaning on it, when it slips out she says how much she loves my big black cock.We move over to lounge part of the club to get comfortable. The both kneel on a sofa next to each other. I wanted to fuck Paul. From your reaction I think it caught you unawares as well. None of us had discussed ass play as a possibility but in our emails and chats over the months between Audrey and me, the subject came up. I don’t remember how we got onto that particular subject but Audrey had said something to the effect of being a little afraid of anal intercourse because she couldn’t control how one of the partners you chose for her might behave. Also, she was concerned that you might insist on her doing it for you.