I knew what I liked, of course -- some of the women in my life had been pretty good at blow jobs, and Steve had just given me a lesson -- but I hesita...ed. “Lie down by the fire,” I said. Steve took a couple of steps back and lowered himself to the floor. I thought to myself, I might not know much about doing this, but I will do my best to please him and be guided by his reactions. I lay down next to him, propped on one elbow, and leaned in for a kiss. He brought his hand to the back of my. ” I handed him a bottle of bubbly.We walked through into the sitting room to be greeted by Mich. Dressed? Well hardly, she had a sexy dressing gown on, tied in a bow at the waist but clearly showing her ample breasts and glimpses of red lingerie. Dee sat nervously on the edge of the sofa, knees together, but the sheen of the stockings showed almost to the top.“I’ll open the bubbly, it will help us relax.” Doug disappeared to the kitchen.We talked to Mich who now had reclined, her dressing gown. “Hey, I’ve drank before!” Ken protested, then looked into the can. “...just not this much. And not straight vodka.”“Well, we forgot to pick up orange juice.” Lauren laughed, then looked around her. “Isn’t this part of the city sweet?”“Yeah, it’s pretty fucking sweet.” Ken found himself saying. He kept moving his jaw around, or making weird movements with his face, just to test his muscles and see if he was getting drunker or something. “Come on.” Ken’s fascination with his face muscles was cut. She could see out of the corner of her eye his wildly throbbing cock and its indication of his hunger for her. In fact, a wicked little thought crossed her mind. She always wanted to be rape- fucked and if she resisted enough, she just might drive him to it. Besides, it would give her the perfect excuse for doing anything to him he demanded and her own husband, Larry, could never hold her responsible.David walked through the hall quietly, making sure he would not be heard by his mother and his.