I told her how beautiful I thought she was (which I never do that), and how I wanted to lick her armpits. She was shocked but then looked at me as tho...gh to say your not the dumb white guy who just bumped into me, she saw something in me. So she let me lick her armpits in the middle of the club in front of her friends and her cute gay *friend (i'll get to him in a bit). we went out a couple of nights later to get drinks or something (this was several years ago and I don't drink that heavily. Seeing the look of desperation and panic on my face, Paul added “We don’t expect you to have a job tomorrow, in fact, the real reason we called you out here is we are all going out to a club tonight and you need to get ready. You need to be our little slut in the club.”This got my little penis hard and brought a grin to my face as the guys are always super attentive when we all go out together. I skipped to the back of the house and covered my soft skin with scented lotion before rolling sheer. "I actually felt relieved. I was spared for a while longer the reactions of my children. With Greta I had no problem, but the lads would be a different matter, especially Jan!Jenny made the rounds of the children, receiving a hug from Greta and a glance and a muttered good night from Stefan. She made a point of going up to Jan, saying good night and kissing his cheek. I watched from the doorway to his room; she stalked towards me grinning, and Jan was touching his cheek, his adoration. I always thought that Porto tasted vaguely of raisins. That day completely turned my head around. I tasted apples, black cherries and hints of tobacco. I closed my eyes and savored it.We finished off the bottle and the steak, then cleaned up our mess. I set the pot to soak while we played about with some simple image enhancement software analyzing the photographs I'd taken of the cask labels, the label from the bottle of port and the photos taken of the cellar in toto. The bottle that we had.