I just repeated, firmly, "Well, do you or don't you?" "Read much Kundera?" "Yes," I said, smiling. I enjoyed this. "What if I only read a little?" ..."How much is 'a little'?" "Well, actually I don't read him at all," he said. I knew he really meant this as a dismissal of Kundera, but I took it as a good sign he wasn't dismissing me too just for asking the question. "That's interesting," I replied. "I don't read him either, but you remind me of that Daniel Day-Lewis character." It would've. She was going to be the main entertainment.The man is talking. Tell you what, though. I'll give you three-fifty, cash. I might be wasting my money, but I'm willing to take the chance. But I need a signed statement that says she was pretty much done for when I got her.Make it five and you got a deal.At some point during the party the men had been making Corinne into a sandwich, fucking her ass and vagina at the same time. Another one stuck his erection into her mouth. The others were laughing. I got up, ran out and found the delights in wanking. But since that day, when I want a great fantasy I am back in that toilet. So you see, we do have something in common! The great thing is now we can bring them together. With that our imaginations became reality. Patricia immediately went over to the low settee and sat down, opened her legs and revealing the most fantastic shimmering girdle and underneath a mass of wet curly hair outlining a plump wet cunt . ‘Tony, you know, I am really. My breath caught. Opening my eyes, I looked at Jessica as she gave me a very sensual smile then ever slowly touched me with her tongue. One slow long lick from my moisture to my clit. My head fell back as she began to toy with my clit with her tongue. I moaned softly relishing the feeling. She twirled her tongue and suckled me as my breathing began to quicken. I began tugging and pinching my nipples. I felt two fingers fill me. I began to quiver. I was very slick with my own dew as she inserted.