The bottle was opened and wine was poured. The white zinfandel sparkled in the glasses as it reflected off of her alluring eyes. So inviting. We toast...d and snuggled on the couch. I don't know if it was the wine, the fireplace, the room or her smile, but I was getting very cozy as we laughed at jokes and life. She put her glass down and turned towards me. Wrapping her arms around my neck our lips met. MMMMMmmmmmmm, this felt so good and right. Such a gentle kiss. Slow and passionate as we. It was too much she fainted. The other Drew grinned and being careful not to touch the medallion itself slipped the chain over Drew's neck and then touched his sock to it. With opened mouth Jim watched the famous, beautiful woman change into - him! Plain old Jim Finkle! Lets see how she likes it, Jim thought! He quickly removed the rest of her clothes and slipped his on that he had a hotel maid retrieve from the alley on the comatose 'boy'. It was too weird - if he didn't know better Jim. I wondered if this is similar to what lesbians feel as the explore and fuck each other? My 6 inch cock was cradled in Tracie’s hand as she began to stroke me. She returned the favor and licked and sucked me. I almost shot my load but she moved to my boi pussy. She licked me deep drilling her tongue into my hole. I begged Tracie to fuck me as I layed back and pulled my stocking covered legs up. I felt hot and dirty as Tracie then spit on my ass and rubbed it and fingered me. One, then two, and. . .never would have thought. . .you’d let me do this. . .but,but,but. . .I could hurt you.’ ‘That’s all right, Dan. You’ll like it. Did you ever milk cows or any animal on the farm growing up?’ ‘Yeah, I milked cows and sheep and pigs.’ ‘Pigs?’ ‘For the bottle babies.’ ‘That sounds good. I’ll talk you through it, it’ll be all right, you can’t hurt me. Just bring a chair over or kneel down if you can. It’s not rocket science. Only. . .’ ‘Only what?’ ‘Don’t get too busy with the teeth.’ .