” Natasha soon emerged wearing a thick flannel. She could see in his face that it was not what he expected her to be wearing. She just grinned and w...lked over to him, planted a big kiss on his lips and whispered, “I love you darling!” Under his breath he grumbled, “Damn, couldn’t she find something sexy to wear?” However, he just reached over, poured the wine and handed her a glass. After taking a sip he asked her to dance in front of the fireplace. They sipped at the wine as he held her close,. I needed an explanation. Then Dan's face painted over with a realization. "Ohhhh you weren't here for the New Year's party. That's right. You were out of town." "So?" I couldn't imagine to know where he was going with this, though I feared I knew. "We all had a little too much fun at that party. We got into the wine and…" "What, you all had sex with each other?" I said facetiously but angrily. "Yup." Dan shrugged. "But like I said, I had to the good sense to tell the guys to aim elsewhere. I get the first taste of our combined love juices, I lick and suck each finger sucking every drop into mouth and swallow. My male senses are in overdrive as I cum again in her pussy thrusting into her pussy harder than ever ,she's still playing with my balls driving me crazy both are bodies are in fire as I pound my cock into her.I ask to feed me more of our love juice she reaches down again between our bodies and once again forms a V with her fingers my cock is on fire as I ask her feed our. , wearing construction overalls, not his Armani suit. From the cold, wet construction site outside, I walked into a medium-sized room that was actually warm and dry. There were some electric heaters and there was carpeting over the cement floor, but the lighting was just some bulbs in metal housings dangling from wires, making some spots very bright and others shadowy. There was the acrid smell of fresh concrete, and lots of pipes and valves. It was certainly not a romantic, medieval dungeon,.