"Misty Weston-Jones smiled at the thought of the handsome young rapscallion probably back in bed in her downstairs bedroom. Her cavalier treatment of ...is manly apparatus was not quite proper to be sure but the memory of forceful spurts of male juices into her milking hand was very satisfying. In retrospect, she believed it was the control she enforced over the young man's sexual trigger that made her feel so very confident of her ability to keep him in line."Yes, sir, I have made arrangements. For the next ten minutes they kept on walking straight ahead until they came to the far wall of the room. They found another open door leading to a brightly lit hall. At the end of the hall was a circular room and in the centre stood a four- foot high table that reminded Vincent of a small circular stage rather than a table.As soon as they entered into the room, the light intensity diminished and a strangely dressed woman appeared, standing on the stage-like table. She was beautiful beyond. Carolyn enjoyed stroking Brad's back while she stoodbehind him, then pressing herself against him, nearly flattening her bigbreasts, and reaching around to rub his belly, gradually working her wayup until she was toying with his responsive nipples. He would whimperand squirm, his bottom against her crotch, the two of them in a perversereversal of the usual male and female roles, almost as if she was tryingto penetrate him. She would keep it up until he was almost weeping fromneed. Carolyn. Brooke admitted to us that she never really had an orgasm with her ex. And that's when I caught it, my wife looked at me for a split second a licked her lips. I shit you not, my cock could of be used as a jackhammer because of how hard it was. I adjusted myself as best as I could before using the restroom. An hour later all the moonshine was gone and the cards were everywhere and we all cuddled on the big sectional together. I leaned over and kissed Sierra on the lips and told her I love her.