The almost intoxicating taste of his leaking pre cum. I gripped his thighs, I held his ass, I didn’t want it to end but I had an unyielding need to ...leasure that cock, to make it cum and taste the reward for my efforts. I wanted to taste cum, I wanted to swallow it, to have it inside me, to make me a slave to it. It’s how I felt, how I had always felt. I just wanted to give in to it.Then the moment I would come to love. His legs tense, his breathing short, the magic rush of his semen filling me. But watching me. I was definitely busted. Embarrassed, shy, and somewhat very turned on, I pretended that I had not seen him. A couple of hours later, the families were heading home and we said goodbyes. My new friend seems to linger and told me that her c***d had gone for a sleepover with another friend. It was just her, me and my husband eventually and I was very confused as to what I should do. My husband caught me alone in the way to the loo and brought the whole thing out in the open. He. J.?”“She likes a nice Bacardi, large of course,” answered Dave on my behalf, “with a dash of cola too please Audrey”, why he chose Bacardi for me I do not know, I’d had it once at his home, didn’t really like the taste and after two glasses had been so Pissed I’d let him open my legs and fuck me, shooting his spunk all over my tummy, “There we go sweetheart,” Audrey passed me a tumbler, I sipped at it, Christ it was strong, Dave laughed as he saw my grimace, “ Right Audrey, you said I could use. Yes dear.” I asked her what she was wearing and she text back a black dress, black bra, and black panties. I asked her if she has on pantyhose too and she said no. I asked her if her panties and bra were see through and she text, “yes dear.”We continued our conversation as time allowed for her. She was at an awards dinner and said there were about 5,000 people there and it was going to be a long night. She said she was sipping on wine and talking with a co-worker. I text,” Are you.