After a few minutes I moved to MJ who laid back with her head positioned and I slowly pushed my cock in her mouth, leaning forward with my hands on he... waist. "Go slowly with her to get her throat used to it." Betty and I had done this before and she claimed it was one of the best feelings for both of us, she explained to MJ. I think MJ was to the point she needed no instructions and grabbed my ass controlling my movements. After a bit, we had a nice rhythm going and Betty moved between MJ's. After a succession of hairy, bearded men, along came this vision of Swedish womanhood. She was tall and blonde, with a honey gold tan; I was in love for the first time in my short life. One Saturday afternoon, my parents were out somewhere when I walked up the stairs, Greta door was open and I stood in her doorway. She was sat in front of the dressing table mirror, dressed in very small light blue underwear, I didn't know underwear came in any colour other than white. I just stood there staring. The bar tender gives a little laugh and moves off to pre pair your drink. You start to really feel the effects of the alcohol now and decide its time you freshen up a little. As you stand you feel a little light headed, with a little stumble you steady yourself and take a look around the bar to see if anyone noticed. You now realise that the groups of men at the back of the bar have left, and only you, the young man and the bar tender are left at the pub. You make your way to the toilet, but. He would make poliet conversation but that was about it. But there he was.Jenny avoided him at first. But around 3 a.m she noticed he was drunk and probably wouldnt remember anything about that night. Plus Jenny was all made up and in her stripper clothes, not the soccer mom outfits she wore around the house, so she thought he wouldnt even know who she was.Jenny went to his table and immediately she said he recognized her. She sat down and he said, "i was hoping the rumors were true."Jenny.