’ Cher filed in with Madonna, Geena Davis, Cameron Diaz, Susan Sarandon and her husband Tim Robbins, Sandra Bullock, Jamie Lee Curtis, Kelly Preston... and John Travolta. ‘Ladies, you all look beautiful. Welcome to our bash.’ ‘Thank you, Freddie.’ ‘Hey, Tim,’ I said pulling aside Tim Robbins, Susan Sarandon’s husband, ‘anytime you want me to rip that dress off Susan, let me know and I’ll be happy to fondle her tits while she sucks my cock.’ ‘Maybe, later, Freddie. I brought my camera. Maybe, we. When the light came on, I was propped up on my elbows, my huge tits only slightly sagging, pulling down and slightly to the side, and my nipples pointing straight at him.“Holy fucking hell. I mean shit. Fuck. Where in the sam hell did you get those?”“Come sit down and we can talk.”“Really. I haven’t been gone that long. Baby. Baby? Really? Those things are enormous.”“Honey. Come here. Talk to me. Sit.”He came over and looked at me. He broke eye contact and looked at my tits. I sat up so I was. George sets down the wine and glasses on the side table and steps to kiss her deeply.Running his hands up and down her back and squeezing her ass cheeks, realizing she has no underwear on at all. Coming apart some, George starts to fumble with his buttons to take his shirt off. Pattie joins him, and soon his shirt is discarded, and his undershirt quickly following.Patti runs her hands over his chest. Yes, the hair is grey now, and he is a bit flabby, but that adds to the softness she feels.. I pretended not to know that he was talking about my panties, not my red cocktail dress. We were escorted to a private booth towards the back. Once seated, Demarcus ordered a pitcher of sangria, and then leaned in close to me kissed me gently. It was our first kiss. And it was the first time I had ever kissed a black man. I felt naughty, and I liked the feeling. The sangria arrived, and Demarcus poured us each a glass. He raised his glass and said, "Here is to the sexiest, most beautiful.