Her free hand touched my thigh and travelled up until it came to rest on that sensitive spot at the inside, tickling and teasing me with its flighty t...uch. “You’re such dirty, depraved little thing, letting us undress you, tie you up without even trying to protest. You have no modesty, and this runny cunt proves that. It is seeping!” Her thumb trailed over my pussy lips and drew a shameful moan from me. When I felt my hips jerk to meet her finger, I wanted to sob. She was right. Those devious. "Your place would be good. If you're folks down mind, that is?" Oh I live alone in a place I'm renting."That was perfect. We agreed and decided to meet at five o' clock at her place.Later that day, I was ringing the bell of her door. It was a nice little two story house, and to think she was living here alone was crazy. Sandra soon opened the door and let me in."I hope I didn't keep you waiting long. Would like a soda or water?" No I'm fine." I reply.We sit at the table in her kitchen and begin. A young single guy called Brett. He was an elegant guy, bald, tall and muscled.Brett kissed Anita's hand when Fred introduced us to him. He said that I was a very lucky guy to have such a beautiful wife. We had a very delicious meal for dinner, with too much red wine.As we finished there, Fred suggested we could go to their place for some more drinks.Once at their home, Stella motioned to Ana to follow her into the kitchen while Fred poured us some glasses of whisky. My friend suddenly said. "What do you think?" Don, I hope so, darling!" she honestly exclaimed. It was one of her favorite erotic acts. Nothing could turn her on like the hot, hardened feel of a thick, virile cock in her mouth. And invariably when it squirted its scalding-sweet jism down her throat she would cum like an earthquake by the mere squeezing of her full thighs together to massage her clitoris between the educated lips of her never unsensuous cunt. "Though I've yet to find a man who doesn't. And would that be.