We finish dinner and invite you to come back to my place. As we are in the car home, I whisper in your ear how bad I want to taste you as we hold hand... both our hearts racing. You discreetly reach under your skirt and push your fingers inside you as you moan softly. You pull your fingers out and move your soaked fingers to my mouth. I open my mouth and you push your tasty wet fingers in my mouth as my tongue tastes your sweet nectar. Seeing me taste you makes you wetter and me harder as you. “Really?”, intoned Anita. “I’ve had a lick or two of my juices after fingering myself, but never thought about it before. I wonder how it compares to the taste of your jism? Hmm, guess there’s only one way to find out, huh?”, and she released him from the stockade of her thighs. “Dad, I want to suck you off, right now!”.Jim vaguely remembered the sensations on his cock the previous night, and the memory made it impossible to refuse her. Pulling himself up the bed, he kissed her passionately as. . Anyways, do you booze?? Because there’s gonna be a hell of a booze party!!! “She was unaware about the booze part of the party and she denied saying she never had a booze but would certainly try if I drop her and her car home and somehow reach back hostel, to which I carelessly agreed in less than a second… We reached the gates of the farmhouse and we could clearly hear loud music and people roaring inside the farmhouse, to which our excitement for the event reached one more level….We entered. What Ernie suggested before supper was sending Belen in my bed for the night, so Cynthia could sleep with Pammie. The Patron had made a suggestion in his last email, for Belen’s sake, assuming Ernie was still willing. The couple had talked about it, Belen favored the idea, as an extension of the First Night. I admitted Belen held a unique attraction to me. When he suggested it I saw taking the next step to a full swap seemed logical and it had an uncharacteristic appeal. I wanted it - both.