This time, however, she didn't push his hand away."I'll teach this asshole a lesson" she thought, "I'll let him get himself all hot and bothered and t...en send him home with a case of blue-balls."More drinks and more dancing and by then he had worked two fingers into her pussy. Betty decided to get really wicked, do something that would give him an even bigger case of blue-balls. On her next trip to the bath room she had taken off her panties and when she got back to the table and Sam had his. She loved to suck my cock head during the photo shoot and after I had cum. It was fun and very arousing for me to see how much she loved to take photos of my dick. I think she like it as much as I loved taking photos of her body as she masturbated. We took turns do it for each other.She loved to try and pose sexier than the last time. Pulling her pussy lips open so I could see deep into her love hole each time she did it. I used my fingers to fuck her pussy and she would take shots of my hand. At some point it came out he hadn’t had a great deal of success with girls as he got a bit tongue tied around them which made him seem shy, something he wasn’t showing with us. After dinner we moved into the lounge room where I put on some soft music and dimmed the lights, Anne and Barry were together on one of the sofas while I sat on my own chair, he seemed reluctant to make any moves on Anne so she helped him out leaning forward to kiss him her tongue I knew would be pushing its way into his. My mid-life crisis hit the day I realized thirty-three was half-way through my life expectancy. Of course, technically, having already survived Viet Nam, I should have had a much longer life expectancy than the sixty-six that was estimated in 1982, but apparently I had seriously over-estimated.At thirty-three, I’d just been promoted to full partner and celebrated by buying a brand new bright yellow Mustang convertible. I moved to a new apartment in a trendy part of town where I could hold huge.