..more than two steps, one set of steps softer than the other. The sound of stiletto heels and another set slightly heavier. Are there two people here...or more?The anticipation is immense. I feel, more than hear the presence of one person nearby, a slight noise, then the sudden pop of the champagne, which shocks me so that I jump, momentarily losing composure - the sound so unexpected. With heightened senses, the sound of bubbles being poured into the crystal glass, I can almost see them in my. As her mouth worked him up and down, her hands worked in synch, rotating and squeezing him and coaxing him to release his hot, sticky seed. She moaned as she felt every bump and ridge of his cock in her mouth and her moans only served to excite him further. Her mouth felt so wonderful and as much as he would have loved to spend the rest of his life just like this, he didn't want it to end so soon. Besides, it wouldn't be right not to return the favor! So with all the resolve he could muster, he. He taught me to open my teeth upand just barely scrape his flesh with them. He taught me how to take himinto my throat, and even hold him there until I was afraid I'd pass out.He taught me to use my hands on his shaft and on his balls. He taught mehow to suck his balls into my mouth while I jacked his shaft with onehand. He taught me between his knees. He taught me laying down while hepile-drived into me. He taught me to lie on my back while he fed me alleight inches of himself. He taught. I touched up my lips with a nice thick coat of Stacey's lip gloss and headed for the door myself.I just about bounced off Big Bill's broad chest as I exited the bathroom."Hey there, little lady; we all were getting worried about you. You doing okay?" he drawled."I'm fine," I started to say, before he grabbed me and kissed me hard. It was a big sloppy alcoholic kiss, reeking of hard liquor, and his hands were all over me. The man must have been part octopus to pin me in place, cop a feel of my.