On a couple of occasions I would go through her dirty washing she kept in the toilet and steal some of her sexy panties to witch later on that night i... bed I would sniff will wanking my hard cock.On this occasion she came into the party a little merry after a few wines . She looked amazing her tits were practical hanging out she had a short skirt on witch looked great . Well after a few hour everybody was pretty drunk and headed of home of to bed leaving only me and Lisa listening to music and. Hayman was convinced they must exist, and that they must havebeen secretly recruited to do black ops for some UK spook organisationlike The Lodge. Not that everything was hunky dory for Yank Ultras,either. There were things Hayman had heard on the ultra grapevine that,even with a Presidential seal of approval, they were being targeted byAladdin, a US intelligence agency tasked with monitoring ultras activitythat was interpreting that mandate rather more agressively than hadperhaps been. "Okay, for fifty dollars I can do it," and she took off her tank top."No, I mean without a bra."She stared daggers at him and shook her head."Okay without a bra I'll give you another fifty," he offered."Show me the hundred and I'll do it."Bob reached into his wallet and took out a hundred dollar bill and laid it on the table next to her tank top.She unhooked her bra and let it drop onto her lap."Holy smokes, Linda, those are incredible tits. I'll give you another fifty if I can suck them.". . ‘suck my dick’ . . . I felt the dampness between my thighs growing, becoming a trickle that soaked into my panties. I suddenly imagined wrapping my mouth around a stiff, warm penis. I hated to admit it, but I was getting turned on. I fought the feeling down and forced myself to meet his lecherous gaze. ‘N-no,’ I said, but I sounded much less adamant than I had wanted to. He looked amused. ‘Rick’ chuckled behind me, and reached out to touch my hair. I recoiled, stepped away, and Mr. Suck My.