And she took his hand leading him to the lounge. ‘God, I love your surprises.’ Ian told her with a cheeky grin on his face. She led him to the cha...r and then slowly undressed him before sitting him back onto the seat. Then walking to the stereo, Fran turned the volume up a little and then walked back to him slowly while she waited for this song to finish and the next to start up. It was timed to perfection and as she neared him, Tom Jones started to sing ‘You Can Leave Your Hat On.’. Her hips. I marveled at the feel of thestockings on my legs the dress on my body and the way I was forced tomove in high heels. I served dinner to my wife and David like a goodlittle hostess and we all sat down for Smalltalk and a nice meal.Upon finishing dinner my wife got up from the table and said to me "it'snow time for your dessert Simone." I was puzzled as to what she meantbecause I saw David getting up from the table and moving toward me, Ithen understood what this dinner party was actually about.. It wasn't a tiny hole, not like the girls that I reamed . . . I assumed that Colby's cock was to blame (or maybe that who knows how many other guys had ridden my friend in the past). Her hole was delicious - and loved all the cum remnants that remained from it being fucked earlier. My hungry tongue darted in and out of the opening - my head strained to shove my tongue deeper and deeper, all the while my cock had become larger, harder than ever before! Rita was whimpering and holding my head. It's a little odd cooking with a slight morning wood, but I have to admit, I like the feeling.?I can see your pecker, Pony.?Shit! It's Hillary, ?I didn't think you'd be awake for at least another hour,? that's all that I can mutter out in my current state, but it's strange that I don't even try to cover myself up, instead I'm still watching over the omelets. ?Pony, mother might be fucking you, but you still work for me...??I'm sorry Miss Hillary, I'll go put on something quickly.??No, don't.