Every part of him had been beautified. The bikini wax was particular invasive.The evening started with Lynne in a tux and Barry in a spaghetti strap b...ack dress that only reached his new sex mid-thigh, black hose and heels. Before and after their meal they did some dancing to their favorite songs on the dance floor. Sadly all that really followed dinner was a night on his back in the honeymoon suite of the new motel in town. As Barry laid exhausted, covered in his former body's juices he panted. Damn, this is one hot piece. “Bitch, you gonna a be a sandwich.”They dropped their pants, their cocks bulging against their shorts.Jenna’s head twisted around. She looked anywhere for help.“Someone help me. Please. Help.” Everywhere she looked she saw laughing faces. Men had beers and were eating. Music was blasting.The men’s bodies rubbed against hers, cocks against her pussy and ass.A hand slapped her face. Miguel laughed. “You like it rough?”“Did you like that?” He slapped her again.. The remaining pulses were fed onto my tongue as I skilfully worked his cock head as though I was sucking the flesh of a cherry from its stone. It was bliss. His cum divine. He stepped back.“Thank you Tom, that was wonderful.” I said.“Oh man! Thank you. That was amazing. So good!” He buzzed. He sat on the chair with his hands on his knees, breathing hard. His neck blushed red as pale boys do after cumming. We chatted for a bit. I asked him not to get dressed so I could enjoy looking at him. A. “Nephews of my CEO. Callum and Niall Carson. Twins. Very bright and hard to handle.” “Lucky you,” said Miranda. Catherine grunted. Then she said, “You look good in whites. Did you win?” “I think I did.” “Against your...” the blonde's voice trailed away. “My man,” Miranda volunteered. “You're an item?” “Depends on what item means.” “Do you sleep wih him?” Miranda laughed. “Do you mean sleep or fuck?” She enjoyed saying “fuck” to strangers. Especially this one. Catherine tried but failed not to.