One evening, Alice and I met at the house of a lady hostess, who placed us together at the dinner table. I naturally devoted myself to Alice afterward... in the drawing room. When the guests began to depart, our hostess asked me if I would mind seeing Alice home in my taxicab, which, of course, I was delighted to do. Strangely enough, the possibilities of a tête-à-tête did not occur to me, and it was only when Alice returned to the hall cloaked and veiled and our hostess had told her that I had. There was one mouth clamped to my small breast, the tongue flicking my hard nipple. Another hand was on the back of my head, directing my mouth on to a large black cock. Toby’s cock was back inside my mouth as his hand guided the tempo as I sucked him. The more I sucked the bigger he seemed to get, but the easier it seemed to be to take him in my mouth.I could feel Brett’s tongue, playing with my clit, then he pressed his tongue between my labia. Suddenly I felt my body tension, spasms rocking. She then slowly moved her head forward like a curious little cat and examined it in awe. Her little tongue crept outward and made contact with the massive shaft. Right as it touched him, his cock pulsated and throbbed a bit. She then giggled and pressed her tongue firmly at the bottom of the shaft and slowly worked her way up for what seemed forever, until she reached the tip. I could clearly see the underside of his long dick, now shine with her spit. She then tilted her head sideways and. She had thrown the bait and it had been taken, but the fish that she caught was bigger and more experienced that what she had imagined. She really expected a polite refusal not a challenge and she had been given that challenge. She was still shaking when she entered her home and maybe it could have been for a dozen reasons she stripped and stood naked before the full length mirror and wondered what her husband had against her to up and leave. Her tits were not melons but were a decent size; her.