Stacey, well, we got together one evening a week for food and sex.My birthday came round. The day before, Stacey asked if she could arrange for food a... my apartment and several of my senior employees to come for a party. That seemed like a good idea, and it was. We all had a good time; I made everyone use a taxi, so we could drink and not worry. You know 'in vino veritas'? Apparently Universities use cocktail parties to find out what potential staff are really like. It's a good idea. Some of my. I was fucking stiff as a poker and she was now rubbing my cock as well!Basically the guy had hit on her at the club, dancing with her, wandering hands and they had ended up snogging outside. As she told me this I was kneading her tits and had started working up her dress to find she had no fucking knickers on!!Her twat was hot as hell and slimy as fuck!She released my cock from my boxers and was slowly wanking me as she told me how they had danced, kissed and he had felt her arse and tits. “Good morning,” she said quietly.I could tell she was nervous, but we’d talked this through on the drive from Hyde Park. Jeri had been raised Lutheran, but had only attended church on Christmas and Easter. This was completely foreign to her, and I could see how being greeted by a man wearing all black robes, including a black «Клобук», the traditional head covering of a monk, was unsettling.“Peter, please bring them some coffee or tea.”“Tea, please,” I said.“Tea,” Jeri said.“For me as well,”. "You mean doggie style, Jenny?" Kelly inquired."Yes, doggie style. I saw it on an adult movie, and the woman screamed so much. She sucked on his dick too, and when they were done, the man came on the woman's tongue. It was weird, but it turned me on," Jenny explained."Sounds like our Saturday night, don't you think, Bill?" Kelly asked.Then I began cheesing. If I was gonna get to do that, and my wife was not only on board. She would also be joining in, I was gonna be really happy. I got onto my.