Cocktail, wine, cognac and gin, rum and whisky.The night went well and after the meal when we sat drinking coffee and sipping cognac we felt wonderful...y full and content. We talked a little and someone suggested that we should play a game. The original idea was Trivial Pursuit but we had given ours to some relative and all we had was an unopened deck of cards.We tried to figure out a game to play while we cleaned away the coffee and cognac and brought the other bottles in. The only game we all. Whatever the reason, it felt wonderful as soon as he put that thing in me.Kenny got pictures of his cock sinking into me and then more as he picked me up without taking his cock out of me and began fucking me standing up. We were directed through several more positions while Kenny went crazy with that fucking camera. He must have taken well over a hundred obscene photographs of us. Then he turned Gordy loose and told him to fuck the shit out of me. Those were his exact words.There were more. Sally loves semen. As she acquired more and moresamples, she sometimes wondered if it was the semenitself, or the exciting ways each dose was personallydelivered, that she craved. She had tasted some freshsemen in a girlfriend’s pussy and it just wasn’t asgood. Helping each pecker transform from soft anddangly into a rigid and ready semen delivery systemwas great fun. And there were so many sizes andshapes. She hadn’t yet found one she couldn’t enjoy insome way. Stroking. The old man’s eyes lit up and he ushered them to a booth. He called out to the kitchen and a woman of about the same vintage came out and chattered back and forth between the man and Molly. They both bowed then disappeared into the kitchen. ‘You speak Chinese?’ Jordan asked incredulously. Molly blushed. ‘That was Cantonese, but I speak Mandarin too.’ ‘How many languages do you speak Molly?’ She blushed again, ‘Eight fluently.’ Jordan laughed, ‘No seriously, be honest.’ ‘I am being honest.