Directly in front of him, past the table was a set of sliding glass doors that opened to a huge deck. Hank could see a pool down past the deck. He h...d never seen anything so beautiful and clean.“Miss Johnson, Mr. Jackson, would you like anything to drink.” Mrs. Smith said.“No, I am fine.” Sarah answered.Hank was about to say no also but he was struck hard by the feeling that he needed to snap out of his trance and regain control and a white woman waiting on him seemed to be a good. She smiled, “You really want to try the happy balls.” She left and came back with two shiny balls (like two centimeter marbles) connected to each other with a string. “Sit on one and insert the other.” I apparantly looked quite puzzled about what to do. She did not hesitate, lifted my skirt and placed the balls into my g-string. Onewent just under my ass hole so I would sit on it and the other was inserted into my pussy. I frightened a bit with an other girl becoming so intimate with me, but. Before long, she stuck out her tongue and ran it up the length of my shaft and around the swollen head. She gave the end of it a kiss, and then wrapped her moist lips around it. She slowly began to slide her head downward, pushing more of me inside her mouth, until I could feel the tip of my penis touching the back of her throat. I was surprised, because I had never been able to find a girl who could deep throat me. She started moving her head up and down, slowly at first, while stroking and. For Lars and me, he did Glen Miller, including the trombone. The party was World War II swing, which had to be a dig at my German spouse. Lars and I could cope. Besides, it was fun. Francine even sang a few show tunes for us.Unlike Sean and Sheila, who spent half their honeymoon in airplanes, we had only a short drive to Manhattan, where we did it all again. Siemens and Lars' family went together for a Sunday afternoon white tie and tails reception at the Plaza. Once again, Francine acted as.