I couldn’t even see what color they were, and yet I could see straight into him. He stared back at me, then smiled after a few minutes and reached o...t to embrace me,’ I’m Daniel,’ he said as his hands slid around my waist. I felt a spark pass between us as we held each other,’ I’m Cami,’ I whispered as we parted,’ it’s very nice to meet you.’ Dillon didn’t like what he saw, he scolded me and was very rough with me that night in bed. Not like his 5 inch penis was much of a tool to be rough with. (Later Phil insisted on showing me the recording of the first bottle swallowing. What you could see was me smiling and naked and laid back in the chair with a leg over each arm of the chair. My vagina hole was open and with the bright lighting you could actually see up inside my vagina. My vagina was moist but not wet or running. You could see me take the bottle sniff and pour the contents into my mouth. You could see me swirling the sperm. Then my hole gave a slight spasm and clear lubrication. Now bikinis were something I never saw for real, and only saw in my Spick & Span magazines and photos. So I was gob-smacked to see a girl, at the bar, talking to a group of men, when I went into the Flower Pot in London for the first time. This was the barest I’d ever seen a girl, though I wasn’t getting a clear view as men were all around Her and I was too intimidated by them to go up and try to get a closer view. I did notice that there was something about Her bikini, when I got glimpses of. It was Paul. Before he entered, he asked me outside quietly, and whispered to me was I totally serious about him coming over and having my wife. I reassured him, but at the same time informed him that I must count on his discretion as to what happens, and that none of the neighbours were ever to know. He agreed. I also asked him whether it bothered him if I could look, or whether he wanted to be alone with Karen. His preference was to be alone, however did not really mind if I was there. I.