And you want me. Yes. So bad. Yessss….Sarah? Sarah? It was Joy, standing in front of me between the coffee table.Oh, sorry. I must have dozed off, I...said.Don’t worry, it happens to me all too often when I indulge in my whiskey.Oh, I giggled. So you’re a whiskey gal? Ahh, I think I need to use your little ladies’ room?Sure, but the downstairs needs some plumbing repairs. You can use the one upstairs in my master bedroom. She reached down and holding both my hands, pulled me up on my feet.Thanks. She got off the bed and kneel down in front of him and started to suck his dick. She grabbed it with both hands and then spit on it. She just sucked the head and stroked him up and down. He pushed her head down and she licked his balls. One then both. She uses a lot of spit when she sucks. So his balls and dick were dripping wet. He started talking dirty to her saying you like how daddy's dick taste. This drove her wild cause she started rubbing her clit has she sucked him. Keeping one. She knelt either side of him and slid her way up the sofa, caressing his dick with her wet mound and playfully teasing before moving all the way up, thighs either side of his face and him hungrily licking, kissing and making her gasp with pleasure.I could hear him humming below her, tasting her madly while vibrating like her favourite toy and causing her to buck wildly on top. She came hard and wet and broke into a huge smile as she did, lowering herself down once again and laying on top of. I headed out to my dad’s car, a 1965 Ford Custom, and followed some of the other orchestra members to the house where the party was being held.The house was in a well-established, well-to-do section of town. The house was very large and had a large foyer that I could see through the cut glass windows. Once inside, I could see that a crowd had already gathered. They were listening to a recording of the play that someone had made using a pretty fancy tape recorder. I looked around and could see.