A kaliedescope of multi-colored shapes boogied on the flashing dance floor as two attractive men approached, and introduced themselves to the girls. A...mand and Roberto were the sons of Italian automobile builder Giacomo Ferrari and heirs to the Ferrari fortune. The men smiled a lot, and danced very well, even teaching the college girls a few steps of Lambada. Marta accepted for both girls when Roberto suggested they try some of his cocaine, upstairs in the VIP lounge. Drinks were brought and. "A bit too much, is it?" She waved her hand languidly, and the champagne was transformed into a delicately fragrant Zinfandel blush. "Better?" I suppose so." He flopped down on the grass at her feet. "And yesterday it was Chablis, and the day before ... Who remembers what it was." Still remembering what life used to be like?" Her gaze somehow conveyed resignation, combined with a distant fondness. They had been lovers once, and probably would be again and again, down through the countless. There was no answer. I didn't expect an answer but at the same time I hoped to hear his familiar 'yeah' calling out from my room. I knew my mom was still in the house, I knew Mike was still in the house but neither was responding to my calls. It had only taken me 45 minutes to cut the grass that day, as I had already done the backyard the previous day when my mom was at work. Was it possible that my shortened occupied time had caught my mom (and Mike?) off guard?At this point I remember the. ” she moaned. “Oh there you go.” she heard another voice say as the prick slipped into her much like a ship being launched down the jetty. Slowly at first but speeding up as the length went deeper.She felt him rubbing against the wooden dildo up her arse. Cristel’s tongue expertly caressing her clit. It was all getting a bit much. But she wouldn’t be the first. She saw at very close quarters the prick that was buried deep in Irene began to pick up pace. Amidst loud groans the prick withdrew,.