“You like him, too?” I said as his hands felt me up.“I love Berlin. I’m going to be like him,” he said. He stopped touching me. “He’s a ...od to me. If I could do half the things he does…! Man. I will. I promise. My dad wants me to do classical music. I can’t. This is what I do. This is what I love. I don’t know if I’ll ever make it. I’ll go broke trying though.”I touched the twinkling face of this poor nightclub pianist to bring him back to me. My girlfriends talk a lot about finding rich. Stephanie got up on the couch next to Jamal and spread her legs. Brian got between her legs and started lapping at her pussy. Beth was still sucking on Jamal’s cock.“Hey, Brian,” Jamal said, “would it be okay with you if I lick Beth’s sweet little pussy?” Brian raised his head from between Stephanie’s legs and looked at Beth. She gave a little smile. “Well, I guess it’s okay with me if it’s okay with her. I just don’t want her fucking other guys.” He looked at Beth and she gave a. My cock shaft was now bright pink, my cockhead a deep purple shade. I massaged my balls with one hand and used the other to play with my prick. I looked into the eyes of each and every woman. Their eyes were aflame with lust, lust for me! It's a mind blowing experience, let me tell you. My head was swimming. Ms Purdy's fingers were working her snatch at feverish pace. Jane withdrew the fingers she had pushed into her twat, hurried over to me, kneeled, and sucked on my prick. The women went. How are you and what you are doing here?Sara: I am fine Julee. How are you?Me: I am fine too. What’s up?Sara: Nothing! Just enjoying here.Me: Alone? Where is your husband?Sara: He has gone out and will return at dinner time. We are staying in this hotel only.Me: OK. But you have your house in Goa and you are staying here in hotel?Sara: yes. My husband does not like to stay at my parent’s home.Me: OK. Doesn’t matter. He is a business man and he can afford it.Sara: yaaaaaaaaaa.Me: So……………..