She has a small waist, 34C perky tits and a gorgeous naturally pink lips. Her porcelain like skin frame her soft, greyish green eyes and long, brown h...ir to her ass. I could imagine her dancing for him as she does for me, offering her body for an 80 dollar service that she owed him. I heard a familiar thud and a belt and zipper be open. That along with the man chuckle and the soft moan he released I knew that was happening. The woman I loved was sucking the plumbers cock! I felt conflicted-. I ask, “Can you do a handstand?”She gets off the couch and attempts to but is unable. She keeps losing her balance.“Get on your knees. I’ll put one of your legs on a shoulder, and then the other.”She complies.I put my phone on the arm of the couch. I get on my knees. I raise one of her feet and place it on my shoulder. Then the other.The view I have is extraordinary. Her pussy is wet and sort of winks at me when I widen her legs using my hands and spreading them slightly. With both hands. We were getting to a place where no whiskey, no joint, no weed can take a man. We were getting high by kissing the lust out of each other.I can’t even remember how many times we pushed one another on the wall.I then thought, it is the time, to shed all the inhibitions, and dwell into the world of passionate, erotic, love making. She was smiling at me intermittently. I picked her up, and took her near the bed. We kissed deeply again while I was taking her to the bed. Her lips…damn…she had a. “Sir?” she muttered uneasily, looking up at him, trying to hide her bit of testiness.“Nope,” Joe thought.“Sorry, Celia,” he said gently, smiling. “Just checking something. You can call me sir if you must, though I’d prefer you call me Joe.”The other two agreed with his wish.“Okay Joe, Ginny, Eddie,” Celia smiled. “I’m good remembering names, but it’s easier using sir and ma’am. And respectful.”“Makes sense,” Joe smiled back.“Refills?”“Call for Jilly. I’d like you to relax.”She pressed the.