Micky told Nan that night that he would be late next evening though he gave no reason and dutifully after work next day he was seated in the snug of t...e railway inn with a pint by 5.30. Terry arrived a little late apologising for the traffic.Over a pint they sat to chat, and an embarrassed Micky told Terry that Nan had requested that he come visit once more at least, at that Terry smiled, and said he would be delighted, and it could be a regular date, but there were a couple of things that he. Finally, we are alone. I’m told I haven't been a good hostess. I’m grabbed by my hair, and my mouth is pushed onto our final guest’s hard cock. My hands are held behind my back.I suck, I lick, my mouth is watering…He’s moaning and pushing his cock towards the back of my throat. I open my mouth wider, wanting to take all of him in. I can taste his precum, and God it’s good…I want more…My husband then spanks me for my earlier lack of hospitality. Hard. Pulling on my hair with one hand and. The hem of my dress fell to cover me but Ivanova did not allow me to fall, holding me tight to her. She kissed me lightly, smiling, then led me back to the chair into which I gratefully sank again. I was able now, as I recovered, to look properly at Mira. I had been wrong in thinking her sari like attire was a dress, for the skirt of it had been removed and although her top half was as before, less the shawl, she wore tight leather cut off trousers below the waist. Her luxurious black hair was. She went down on me when I went soft, after cumming in her hot hole. She worked me up and took my next load in her mouth. She was very surprised when I shot into her mouth, but she swallowed all I gave her, then told us that she never knew it could taste so good. I couldn't believe how she was acting. Greg's concoction had really done the number on her. He got pictures of us together. He told me that he would get Sue home in a bit, so I left thinking everything would be all right. After all,.