" You 'suppose'?"Glory growled huffily, "Okay, I know I couldn't. Fuck! That's insane!" Gaawwwd! If I spent twenty-four hours with just him, I'd be so...fucked out that I'd need a wheelchair to get around! My mouth would be sore for a week! And my face and breasts would smell like cum for even longer! Damn, that actually sounds good, maybe every once in a while, but I couldn't handle it day after day, every day!Suzanne spoke with increasing enthusiasm, not trying that hard to hide her own heavy. We toast each other, I take a sip and lean over and kiss you …… you accept my lips, my tongue and my cold liquid willingly into your mouth … the rush of liquid, a little unexpected almost causes you to gag …. But it is most enjoyable ..We both put down our glasses; I caress you, kiss you, stroke you and fondle your breasts through your satin blouse and the flimsy fabric of your bra. Whilst kissing each other, having exchanged mouthfuls of champagne between each other, I undo the buttons of your. Kathy preferred her curly hair to be shoulder length, while Sandy opted for straightened hair, caught in a pony tail, now peeking from beside her far shoulder.Distracted by the beautiful women before me, I stood timelessly, admiring them, until the doorbell rang. Long minutes had passed, as my Darling Wife observed, “If you were to answer the door, we could get this party going!”For some reason, Brent appeared nervous. I wonder if the prospect of his girlfriend’s father watching him with said. Instead I begin to maul your breasts, fingers gripping squeezing, mashing them together, digging in to the point of almost being painful, but just barley, your hips bucking convulsively into my waiting hardness, you can feel your soaked panties beginning to rub and catch on your clit an wedge into your wet lips,, I pull my hands from under your shirt and reach in through the neck, to finally, gently, pinch your nipples, and pull your breasts out of the top of your shirt, the weight of them.