I wasn’t that keen to go as some of our neighbours are, frankly, a bit stuffy. I don’t enjoy dinner parties where the talk is very polarised – t...e men talk about cricket or football, while the women talk about children or grandchildren – and that is what previous get-togethers had been like. We arrived politely just a little late, and were greeted by Jim and Sally at the door. He, of course, was much as I remembered, but Sally looked like he had changed her for another woman. No longer was she. "Yeah?" I turned around with a grin. Katie smiled. I could tell she thought her will had overcome mine and She may be stubborn, but I'm a cunning linguist.I dove back onto the bed amidst Katie's excited shrieks of laughter. She was very wet down there and I set about cleaning up her juices with my tongue. Suddenly I could feel her pussy clench up subtly, the signal that her orgasm was close. I drifted down her inner thighs, kissing and licking my way up and down in false romanticism.. He just said “thank you”. My husband is not a submissive person in anyway so this was confusing to me. “I just spat in your mouth” I said waiting for his response. I didn’t get the one I expected, he said “let me show you something” and sat up for me to get off him, “lay down” he said. Being a little exhausted still, I didn’t need telling twice and I got on my back pulling the ashtray closer. “Well”, I said inquisitively, he pushed my legs open & began licking my pussy.I lay there enjoying. He did have on a bright white t-shirt.Now Stan is a tall guy and you can see he had no fat on his body. He is so dark I would lose him in the night if he did not smile.Once Donna saw him she fixed him breakfast. After eating I told Stan to go with my wife in the tent and let her pick a shirt out for him. I also told him he would have to ditch the t-shirt.“You want me to go in the tent with your wife and remove my t-shirt?” Stan askedGo ahead. I don’t think she would mind. It’s not like she.