But then I reached for the food on his plate, and had him eating from my hand and licking my fingers.God, it was sexy.After dessert (crème brûlée),...we settled on the couch for some heavy necking.And it was bliss. I lost myself in his arms, kissing, being kissed, using tongue. Somehow his scratchy stubble was exciting too, and as I rubbed against it I surrendered to the feeling of me as a woman with this wonderful man.But as I reached for his zipper he stopped me."Ahhh, Kathy?" he asked."Hmmm?". "Hey, that's all right. I think Paul looks great. I'm proud of him." You know, in old pictures, my Dad looked pretty good. It's really sad the way he let himself go." Well, Paul doesn't have time for exercise, but he does it anyway. Puts me to shame. 'Fraid I look too much like your mother. Ooops, sorry!" S'OK. It's true. She looks worse than Dad." Well, I'll be changing for sure." Norma proceeded to tell Lindsey about her naked time coming up, then about her and Paul working at Transformations. The men were obviously amused, and I loved all their snide remarks. They called me all kinds of names like "cum slut" and "little fuck toy". The man who brought me liked to refer to me as his "cum dumpster", and at parties he would introduce me as a "party favor" to the men. The first half of the party I was serving snacks to the men while they groped me and the second half of the party they were providing me with their cum in both holes. At one party, I serviced nine men throughout the. He saw the thin film of sweat beading on her forehead beneath the entangled halo of honey-hued hair, and the way her neck was straining, low hums of erotic abandon beginning to gurgle from deep in her throat against his lips. Damn... damn... he'd never seen his proud little girl friend really let herself go this way! The erotic sight of her enchantingly naked body writhing and bucking in feverishly rising heat spurred him lasciviously on. She was his now... all his to fuck and suck when and.