Tell me what's on your mind."I sat there panting for a moment, staring back at her, feeling on the verge of tears. Tears of frustration and arousal. T...ars of fear. What did she want from me? Why couldn't she just do what I wanted, what she knew I wanted? Why couldn't we repeat the events of last time without discussion?She looked sad as she turned towards the door. "I'll be downstairs Jen." She told me. "If you don't mind, I'll help myself to some more wine."She started to head for the. Her tongue pushed past my lips covering my tongue with the cum. Moving back to Jodie, she kissed her way up to the firm 32C cup breasts. Her tongue moved over and around the stiff nipple as she sucked the cream into her mouth. Looking at us, she made a gulping sound as she swallowed.Irene took the other nipple in her mouth licking it clean. Moving up, she pressed her breasts into hers. They kissed, sharing the cream while Irene reached over to stroke my cock. A few moments later, she moved from. Thinking about her took the strength out of my legs and I landed on the bed trying to hold myself together. Making out with Lisa was so good. She was a total exception because she liked making me cum and then making me swallow my own jizz and Peter got off just thinking about it. She'd get me off but keep just the very tip of my dick between her lips. Then she wouldn't swallow but would kind of coat her tongue with it and then kiss me and push all of it into my mouth. I'd be a fucking rock. ‘Besides, I don’t give one whit what anyone there thinks.’ Marcus tipped back his flask, surprised at finding it already empty. Going to have to do something about that. The Huntington’s townhouse was in the most fashionable area of London and invitations to the ball the most sought after of the season. It would take some time for them to reach their destination. With nothing else to do, Marcus sat back and allowed himself the pleasure of watching his wife. A short time later Joan allowed.