Even though its shorter than my others hopefully its still good to you guys. We all woke up to the sound of my alarm at 5:30 in the morning, sadly aft...r last nights fun I forgot to turn it off and now I was regretting it. But not for long because when I got up to go shut it off someone grabbed my arm. I turned around and it was Jeremy just lying there staring at me, Morning Ryan. He said with a smile. Well well well what are you doing in my bed Jeremy? I said to him. I just wanted to sleep with. The only pumpkin he got up close and personal with was the cinnamon spiced pumpkin pie his Aunt Gina baked every fall for the holiday festivities.His auntie was a good cook and she was even better in bed with her gorgeous ass up high waiting for his cock to slide deep inside from the rear. Actually, Gina was not his relative but merely his mama's best friend from the old neighborhood. After the demise of Gina's husband under "suspicious circumstances", Sal and Gina drifted together to manage. Caviar spilling over her lithe body with tongues licking it off, like a director’s cut of a Marilyn Minter movie. Fire consuming her whole yet leaving her somehow intact, perhaps because of all the water. These were some of the images swirling in her inundated mind as who knew how many men scoured her young body. Not in a “fuck this bitch” way, but in a “give it to her” way, it being pleasure and themselves. Giving their best, not simply their cocks and fluids. As a reciprocal gift, not as. She was determined to show Julia that she wasn't a child and could be a good sport as well as Julia could.It was the most lavishly decorated room Ann had seen; done in red velvet and gold embroidery from ceiling to floor. Long low couches were arranged in a broad semi-circle that faced a stage.Most of the men present were middle-aged and obviously wealthy. Most of the women were quite beautiful and much younger than their escorts. They were exquisitely dressed. Ann was certain they couldn't be.