I didn't drink much, but right now, I needed something. He turned around and there was a bottle on the nightstand and two glasses. He popped the cork ...nd poured two large glasses of red. He handed me one.“Your mother's idea,” he said. “I guess this all is.”I nodded as I sipped at my wine. The dry taste of the fruity yet sour drink filled my mouth. I had no idea if it was good or not, but the warmth it spread through my veins, different from the warmth rising out of my pussy, hit me.I needed. I lay back in the pillows and waited for her to begin. Gina started to hum gently and she licked around the base of my cock. I could feel the vibrations ripple through my cock and into my body, making my balls tingle. She bobbed up and down, making slurping noises for the camera too. Valerie now sat in the corner of the bed leaning against on of the corner posts as she filmed. Her free hand thrusting fingers into her pussy in time to Gina's bobbing. I could hear the squelching noise and smell. . I know it's fashionable to shave your pussy and enhance your boobs but I don't do either. I have a nice triangle of dark, straight hair on my pussy and my 34-Bs are mine and no one has complained yet. Also, I don't do this in public, like parks and like that. I like privacy.I want you to get naked when I show you my pussy and then I'll get off while you watch. Show me how hard you are, big boy. Or how wet your pussy gets, sweetie. But don't touch yourself. Not unless I feel like letting you.. And swinging beneath the crotch of those jogging shorts was the telltale shape of something big – but not so big I couldn’t get it down my throat. All in all, a sight worth stripping with my eyes.As I was committing this to memory he approached and came abreast of me. He smiled and offered a cheerful “Good morning,” and passed me by, a whorl of musky scent curling in his wake. Sweat, of course. But it was a clean smell, the scent of youthful freshness. Underlying that was something else,.