. But this something really new.”She walked over to him and got down on her knees. Taking a long pull on the wine, she bent over and went down on hi..., the wine still in her mouth. Her wet lips and the cool wine and fizzy bubbles on his cock had him hard in an instant and almost without noticing he slipped down onto the third ball. He groaned in pain and pleasure. His head was starting to swim and he didn’t think he could hold himself up too much longer. She sat back, giving him a playful nip. I had no idea if any of them would be tempted to come to his aid, so I'd not taken any chances.I reached down and took Henderson's full glass of champagne from the table, and then raised it as if making a toast."To an arsehole and the stupid married bitch he was planning on laying this evening!" I said as loud as I could, without shouting.As it was, shouting wasn't necessary because the arrival in the large room of myself -- and as I've already said, my burly entourage -- had brought complete. An old, but freshly washed shirt of mine was knotted beneath her breasts leaving her stomach bare, and the way they bounced as she moved left me in no doubt that she'd decided on "braless is best" again."Do we put the damsons in there?" she asked as she stood smiling at me."In where?" In that great big hole under your nose," she giggled, and I realised my mouth was hanging open."Where the hell did you get them from?" I spluttered. "They look like they're for a bloody twelve-year-old." They. Normally, no one dared call me during a football game - that was a cardinal sin and all my friends knew it. So to get a phone call during a game it must be very important. I picked up the phone, wanting to know who I was going to have to kill for disturbing me."Hello?" Hey Robert, it's Jack. Hey, I'm sorry to disturb you, I know you are watching the game, but I got a big problem and really need your help." Sure what's up?" Well, my sister and her old man are splitting up and she wants to come.