She took a small step toward me and pulled her slip up and over her head dropping it to the floor. She took another step toward me and bent over to un...asten the clips to her stockings before bending further to roll them down her legs before removing them. Our heads nearly touched as she bent over. I could smell the perfume and a different, more musky smell.She stood after dropping her stockings onto the slip and took a step closer to me before she turned around. Mrs. G looked over her shoulder. The best orange pop ... and tried again.I mumbled through the chips, “I want to talk to you about sex.”“What do you want to know?” Funny, he understood me perfectly. I didn’t understand what I had said, but Chuck did.Chuck was immediately coated with chips and orange soda. Passing through the nostrils at high speed, those little bitty chip fragments hurt.And they are sharp. Chuck used half a roll of toilet paper controlling the bleeding.When we resumed our decorum, I was sitting cross legged on. He pointed to the other man’s erection and said, “I think our other friend could use a little help as well.”“Is that true?” I asked the guy.“Oh, yes. I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited in my life as watching you with their cocks in your mouth.”I walked over and kneeled in front of him. At first I just looked at his cock, which was pointing straight up at the ceiling. Then I moved my head forward and ran my tongue up and down on it. I could feel it twitch and jump a little under my tongue.. Until those same relaxing breaths send you so deep into trance that your eyes simply don’t want to be open anymore. They don’t, do they? No, of course not. Not when you’re so deeply hypnotized. They just want to close and stay closed. You don’t even know when they decided to close so tightly, because you’ve been so focused on breathing deep for me and listening to my words, but they’re shut now and they don’t want to open anymore. ‘That’s just another sign that you’ve drifted deep, deep down.