She comes over wearing a white blouse, green pencil skirt, and red Valentinos. She looks stressed out.I hand her a glass of wine. One laced with an ap...rodisiac. She's telling me about her day and how awful it was. I nod and smile but don't really give a shit. I'm just pouring more wine and waiting for the d**g to take effect. I know when the d**g starts working because she says she's hot. She unbuttons the top button of her blouse. I tell her I'll give her a foot massage because she's been on. He brings it out of me.” That made me grin. I said, "Okay, tell me more. Give me details." "He spurted three more times. My breasts are covered with his semen.” Still pumping my cock, I closed my eyes. The wonderful sensation of warmth filled my loins and then I spurted. Jeanne asked, “Michael, what's happening?” I answered, “Your boyfriend just came all over your tits and I just did the same thing on my right hand.” “Michael, that was wonderful. We just had phone sex. I've never done that. Then they played the guessing game - which part of their anatomy was pressed into my face: Angela’s tits were too obvious, but little Debbie’s red-leather-clad bottom was harder to distinguish correctly. I insisted on another 10 minutes of licking to be absolutely certain - her giggles were delicious as I ate her out through the leg holes.Then Angela got serious, attaching the heavily weighted nipple clamps and kicking my crotch.“Do you think I could soothe some of daddy’s pain with my hands. She wanted me to look good, though, so we settled on dress shoes, khaki pants, and a nice untucked long sleeve shirt. Topping it off with a cardigan, I kind of looked like a hipster, a mid-forties hipster. Oh well, I thought. She likes it.“You know what,” I started as Ashley put the finishing touches on her lip gloss. “We could just skip the whole thing and do some… stuff.”“Calm down, old man,” she teased. “We can't skip this, I’m on the planning committee. Besides, Alyssa is really excited but.