That Fabian Copeland. He of the countless divorces, bottomless bank balances and endless romping. But despite what's splashed across what are jokingly...referred to as 'the society pages', there's a few things that nobody sees. Yes, I'm on wife number four … well, okay, here's a scoop for you – I'm actually on divorce number four. And I have a mistress – can one have a mistress without a wife? But as much as I love women – and I really do love women – their company can get tiresome after a while,. She was actually moaning. He was groping her, and she was moaning. I pushed my head back on the headrest of the sofa, but I still looked. He was playing with the hem of her dress. She was playing with his belt.He stopped dancing. He opened his dress pants.Doris’s hand was still on me.Ellen had her hands on his chest but they moved down and she slowly squatted down. He reached into his pants and out came his cock, fully erect after Ellen had rubbed her ass on it for a while. She was looking up. She had long fit legs with a perfectly round ass. i had taken an instant like to her earlier when we danced together to a sensual slow song , as i was grinding on her my cock had started to grow and i had to readjust it in my pants.As i moved it my cock brushed past her hand and she smiled at me and gently stroked the length of it with her fingernails. All i could think about was fucking her ,i started to chat her up and we exchanged numbers after a few more flrty dances.Turns out she is from. The suggestion was certainly different from your usual tit squeeze, pussy fingering and clit-licking prior to blow job, 69 before pussy and/or ass fucking, and she wasn’t a prude. She rationalised that everyone had played with a bit of fruit and veg in their time... but could she on a first date? “OK, let’s do it.” She giggled as she began to work out a shopping list plan. He smiled and checked his watch, waiting for the second hand to reach the top. “OK, your 5 minutes start now!” She ran.