Britney: Don't believe all you read in the papers and magazines I'm not that innocent. I laughed at the reference to her famous song, she handed me a ...oint and grabbed a lighter from her purse and lit me up. Britney: Care for a drink, I mean a real drink. Me: Yeah, sure I'll make you one ever had a white Russian? Britney: Oh that's what my aunt drinks but I've never had one, what is it? Me Its vodka Kuala and milk, it's very nice. Britney: Ok then I made the drinks from the mini bar and sat. Perhaps it was just the residual from last night's threesome--something I supposed I had always wanted. I couldn't sleep now, to think about this. I sat up and felt my penis grow and flop against my leg as it did when I was getting ready. I looked at the strange man sleeping beside me and my cock twitched again. He shouldn't be here, I thought. Mel can't change the rules like this. It had always been that the relationship was open within the three of us but never to any outside presence. Mel. When he glanced up she was running her fingers through her hair. He swallowed hard and thought to himself. “Oh, how did I get so lucky to have this goddess standing before me now?” The preacher cleared his throat. “Cindy, please call me Herb, after all, we are not in the church right now! If you will you excuse me, I trust this is not too personal, but you are very beautiful.” He shifted his pants, making his swelling member more comfortable, praying she would not see it. Cindy looked at him. At the same time, he let his hand stray down to her hairless vagina and he caressed it gently at first. He started to trace the outline of it with the index finger of his hand. His other hand reached out and guided her hand onto his cock. He guided her hand up and down his small hairless shaft, and soon she got into the rhythm and started to pump his cock. With his index finger, he found her entrance and softly guided his way slowly in. Part of the way in, he came across her hymen, still.