“Go ahead, babe; I think my sweet husband would love to fuck your brains out !!” I said to her.“So, Ana darling, would you let me try to convinc... him to fuck me?” She opened her nice eyes.I nodded yes, but the only condition was I had to be present there to watch; no matter if hidden…We arranged everything for the next week end, when Peter would be out of the town and Victor would be at home for sure. The date would be at her home, at her marital bed. She was such a bitch!. The next Saturday. Daddy told me the object wasn't to suck until he came, but to just give him pleasure for winning. Charles won the next hand and I shifted to his spot and put his cock in my mouth.After a while everyone's cock was out except for Tommy who hadn't won a hand. I felt so bad for him and the guys were teasing him about it, so although I couldn't suck him because my mouth was busy with the current winner, when I could reach him I massaged his cock with my hand wile I was sucking the winner. Finally. “There are guards ahead.”“Guards?” Jeff laughed, “Are you daft? There are no guards here.”“Yes. There are,” Béla told him, urgently. “There are guards and they have guns!”“Nonsense!” Jeff said, and turned back to the road. He walked away from her, then listened to her bare footsteps as she ran to catch up to him.“At least let me walk in front of you,” Béla insisted.“Why, for Christ’s sake?” Jeff asked, exasperated, now. Béla stopped and looked at him. “You remember who Christ is?” Jeff. K up till that time, from what I recall there was the usual reluctance to accept new styles. Our hair, and mine in particular just grew naturally, after all having brown hair it did not show the way black hair did. This brought on a lively discussion on the pros and cons for trimming and shaving one’s armpits and pussy. And of course there was no such thing as the ‘bikini line’ either in those days. There were about a dozen of us there that afternoon, and I think about three of them admitted to.