He looked at it as a challenge for his culinary skills.Eric had ordered himself a new suit for the occasion. A black evening suit. A long silk brocade... coat with a burgundy and gold tapestry vest. A white formal shirt. He had his ear pierced, too while he was in Paris and would sport a small gold ring in it.He had the jeweler make matching platinum wedding bands for each of them, hers a thin band with delicate scrollwork, his, much wider but with the same scroll design and a pink amethyst stone. How was work? Did you think about last night at all? Brent questioned. work was good, really hard to concentrate at time tho when I was thinking about last night I said. good, now put it back in NOW he demanded. but its only 7pm? This early? I questioned. yes now! And it will be in till morning again. thats if you are good! Brent ordered. If I was good? What did he mean by that? I went into my room and grabbed my dildo. It was longer than his cock but just as thick. I was thankful he didnt want. I got divorced and moved across the country. Then, one day, I was paging through a community paper and began reading an article about a local personal trainer, and next to it was a photo of Karen. With nothing to lose, I sent a text message to the number mentioned in the article. Almost immediately I got a response. She remembered me and suggested that we get together later in the week. Our first reunion meeting was over a drink in a bar that we both knew. She still looked as good as she had. “Well well well, what have we here, you little slut” it was Jenny's ex-partner from work, Tina, who I vaguely knew from the factory. She sat down on a chair at the foot of the bed to witness all the action. It was at this stage, that Jenni decided to pull out, to let her friends also partake of me. Emma straddled my face and said “Lick me out bitch” and at the same time, Tina went between my legs and started to suck my extended bud, sending electric sensations rippling through my trembling.