I was a bit shocked to be given a bottle of wine but never the less we opened it and after what seamed like 5 minutes he had drunk half a glass, i had...drunk almost a bottle, it turned out we had been chatting away for nearly 45 minutes, he got up and went to the toilet and i turned to my hubby and said that i was wet already, and couldn't believe how much this guy was turning me on with out me even knowing. When he came back down, he walked into the living room grabbed my hand and pulled me out. . got to stop... but... nooooo, it feels sooooo wonderful! In her dazed state, she flashed on the prurient graffiti scratched on the restroom door: How about eating your cunt? The sensuous Oriental girl had her slender hands on Jill's asscheeks and was burrowing deeper into her cunt, her licking, sucking tongue painting crazy abstracts in the steaming, sensitized furrow. There was another girl at each of her breasts, their heads bobbing as they nursed on the taut flesh. Through the haze of. Jenny had told me before that she thought he wasnt a bad looking guy and could do better than his wife, so she was flattered. That comment had pissed me off when she said it but thats another story.Perrin said he really wanted to get a dance from my wife in the V.I.P. Jenny was kind of skeptical at first because he was our neighbor and that could make things weird. But I think she was a little drunk and horny too and figured he was so drunk that he wouldnt even remember.Mind you at this point. “What are you wearing?” he questions, in his deep velvety voice. “Well I couldn’t really do that now, I’m still in my nightdress and dressing gown.” She says, as quietly as she can. “Good. Feel your cunt for me. Tell me how wet it is.” His breaths are heavy down the phone. She can just imagine him sitting behind the desk of his big consultancy company. She imagines him wearing one of his grey suits, looking all strong and powerful. “Tell me!” he startles her from her fantasy. She turns her back.