“Amy, I want you to take three shots, one after another,” I said, with a grin. As the night progressed, we dared each other various petty, little ...un things, until the liquor kicked in. On the sixth round, Brandy dared Amy, and things got interesting. “Amy…I dare you to show us how you get yourself off,” Brandy slurred, then giggled. My jaw dropped, as I quickly looked over at Amy. Her face was flushed red, but she scooted her chair back and opened her legs. She rubbed her pussy through her. The invitation was unprecedented. Previously my only contact had been at fortnightly formal meetings in the President-for-Life’s office. Vee had met him only once – at a garden party he gave to celebrate his birthday. She told me afterwards that he had taken advantage of her curtsey to look down her cleavage. The hand that later briefly caressed her bottom may or may not have been his. The dinner was about as informal as Ntombe’s sense of his own importance would allow. We were eight. Ntombe,. I had to gasp for breath but licked as much as possible.When she let me go and I pulled my head between her legs, her juice ran down my chin.She looked at me with horny eyes.I put my mouth on hers and stuck my tongue deep inside, greedily sucking her own fluid from my tongue.Stay there I said and walked quickly upstairs, from the bedside table of my wife I got a thick rubber dildo with such a suction cup.Once downstairs I pressed the suction cup onto the floor and said you can still get a cock. "Mentioning my parents right now is no better than mentioning yours, Hermione. Worse even. How's a bloke meant to keep his hard-on if you keep yammering about his parents?" Sorry," she said, not sorry at all, knowing she'd made her point and they could finally get started on the good stuff, the reason she'd sought him out in the first place."Hmph. Fine. All right." She kissed him again, more lingeringly this time, and he slid a hand into her hair. "It's not going to hurt, is it?"She laughed,.