We looked at each other, and both just knew that we had to get into the back seat. We tumbled over the front seats into the luxurious, broad leather b...ck seat. He held my face and kissed me, and stroked my hair. His hands moved down around my body and he stroked my breasts under my shirt. We rolled about, kissing, fondling, and undressing. I can’t remember if I took my skirt off, or if he did, but I found him slowly caressing my inner thigh with his tongue. He fondled my pussy through my. Yet each disappointed gigolo secretly hoped that his wife or wife-to-be would be able to harness the passion of this wildcat under the sheets. After the encounters Sheila would shower, surveying the bruises and small cuts she demanded her lovers inflict upon her and relishing the marks they left behind. In the flow of bodies at Jayesh’s cocktail parties–which he threw regularly for the good of business and moral at the company–Sheila knew what her job was. Making her entrance by slowly. And when she did our time was up....damn she was smoking hot...Getting ready for dinner Kelly and I showered and got dressed. She looked great, and I clean up ok myself. We ate, drank and danced the night away, but Kelly kept disappearing from time to time. We weren't exclusive or anything and I had already, earlier that afternoon had my tongue buried in the tasty pussy of her sorority sister so I couldn't begrudge her anything or anyone. Apparently all she was doing was getting high with. I stared into his eyes. They were almost shaking under the eyelids. He was dreaming. His hand rode up my back onto my neck. He pushed my face into his. He was making out with me. My brother. What was happening I wanted this, I think. I didn’t want him to be dreaming. I never thought of what I would do if one of my dreams became reality. Ean’s body rolled forward. He pushed me back and settled on top of me, kind of off to the side. Something grew along my leg. My brother was getting an.