"The door bell rang. Janet moved to answer it. I pushed her back. "You fucking stay there, cunt!" and opened the door. On the doorstep stood a tall, v...ry well built, flashily dressed, black man. He made as if to step in. I didn't move."You're out of luck pal! You may head on somewhere else." The lady invited me..." And I've just un-invited you."Giving me the hard look, "I'd like to speak to Janet." Tony I..."Without looking away from Tony I said, "Janet you've done enough here tonight, so don't. ”“But, your chest and everywhere else?” I could tell Mom was trying to work Cal. I just didn’t know why.“Um. Well, of course my chest. I was as hairy as Dad there, almost. But once I was in the shower with a razor, it was too much temptation not to just ‘do it’, as the Nike ads say. Yeah, the hair you can see is all there is.” Cal admitted this with a blush and a sheepish smile.“Ooh, I’d love to see the rest. Would you show me Cal?” This was more bizarre by the minute.At that point, I asked Cal. But before I could move another cock slipped right in, making squishy sounds as he fucked me. It was a little bigger, I think!"Sandra had straddled my chest as she told her glory-hole story, and now she was staring down at me with her evil-slut grin, rubbing her pussy and squishing the cum around under the clear plastic, waiting for my reply. My balls were aching as my cock throbbed, and I was amazed I hadn't spontaneously shot my wad, but again I managed to play my part."How many guys were. ?" he began. "Platinum package guests get their own flight attendant," she told him, guessingfrom his appearance that this was his first Pleasure Package trip to Cuba. "Myname's Tiffany." Sure it is , he thought. "No, you're fine," he toldher. "Something to drink, sir?" "Uhhh . . . " Richie tried not to stare at the stews big nipples visiblethrough her shirt. "Diet Coke, please." Maneuvering through an airplane in flight in four-inch heels was no meanfeat but the flight attendants never once.