Please keep in mind that English is not our mother's tongue - errors may occur.We realized that fiction, or better to say, fantasy is more preferred o...er here, and that our sharing of things we experienced in real are less liked, so this might be the last of our writings.Anyway, let's pencil down what happened three weeks ago:We always love dirty talk when having sexual fun together, and sometimes we meet friends or family members in our fantasies, being double aroused at least, when there is. I was genuinely nervous now.He came back in, saw what I was wearing and instantly said, “Sir, you’ll have to remove your underwear and wear the white one. Otherwise, the oil will come on it and it will smell. I’ll go out while you change.” He walked out leaving me confused. But, I took off my underwear and wore the white one on top. It was extremely thin and you could almost see through it and see my dick!I convinced myself that it would be professional since it’s a well-known parlor. I decided. He strode purposefully towards them and stood staring at her, slowly moving his gaze from her sweet face framed in jet black hair down to her pert young breasts, then to her slim waist and trim belly, on down between her slender thighs and down her long legs. Despite her utter revulsion at being looked at so by a man she froze her like a statue, in terror. He looked up again at her breasts then reached out with his right hand and cupped her left breast squeezing it gently between his fingers. We sipped the classic vintage as Drip lit a thickly rolled Dutch. Knocka reached over for the tiny silver spoon and sniffed the powder lightly into both her nostrils. She wiggled her nose a little, tilted the wine to her lips and laid her head back on the Blue crushed velvet couch. Drip passed me the Ganja, and I inhaled in a massive cloud of sweet smelling smoke then slowly exhaled. Drip Sat between us and pulled gently on my nipple as he leaned over and took a suck off of Knocka's bottom.