Poker and drinking, there were a few people playing.“Well, look what the mutha fuckin’ cat dragged in,” Rizzo, shouted out.They all greeted me w...th hugs and someone poured me a (I still don’t know what it was), and I sat down next to some stranger.He must have been the driver for one of the poker players.His name was Petey or PT, as we shook hands.We sat done and sipped out, I think grappa.PT was much older than us, he was like 45-50 while we were all around 25 years old.“So, you’re not a. Continued in the plane. Silenced by the view over the Mediterranean and a large lake, while landing in sun-set. Another bus, and a long-time dear lady friend picked us up at Gare St Charles in old town. I´d no idea where we would sleep. She dropped up us off at a place in the 5th of old town. Some Claude´s place, who wasn´t there. He was my friend, but at the moment I wasn´t sure which guy she meant ... My memory for guys is less accurate than for the ladies I like.Finally alone in our. She knew from our body language that she had gained my acceptance and there was no threat whatsoever. All I could think of was kissing her with Bruce’s cum in her mouth. She was naked now and approached Bruce with full eye contact in the sexiest way. Hips and arms slowly swinging side to side. Hair falling gently across her forehead. Determined yet playful look on her face. Bruce gave my hand one tight squeeze just before she came within arms length of him, his eyes scanning her sexy naked. The next morning a more gently and loving sex session happened, with him sliding in out of my pussy very gently and at a very slow pace that he held for ages. It had me kissing him so hard as he kept the rhythm up, I was arching my back so much as I came, I felt I would die from pleasure. He said he was going to cum so I went down and felt his hot cum hit the back of my throat with so much force. I love that, it makes it so much more personal that I could do that for him. After a long lie.