’ She whispered into his ear, a husky tone in her voice. He nodded, got into his Duster. Several times he glanced up on the way home, her headlights...were right there. Unlocking the door, he glanced at his watch. It was after 10 PM. He held the door for her. ‘Want some coffee?’ He asked. ‘No.’ She turned to him and they kissed again, then they were tugging at each other’s clothing. Her body naked was also a vision, there were freckles everywhere, her pubic mound was covered with hair the same. Kiss Guy’s cock, too. OH FUCK YES - Kiss me all over down there. Suck my clitty too, I love the way you make my pussy feel... “Rhonda, kiss Guy - and I’ll get off his cock to let both of you fuck my brother as soon as I get another come. I hope you’ll let me kiss your titties. I’ve never even touched another girl, but I love looking at girl’s titties online.”“Have you ever thought about kissing another girl’s pussy?” Rhonda asked, and I knew where this was going.I told her, “Linda, get my. That was our chance to meet Peter face to face.While everyone worked on the logistics of getting around town and to the party, I went to Yvonne's rooms and experimented. I found that Michael had her "programmed" for lesbian and group sex in addition to her housekeeping/cooking/bodyguard duties.She told me all about Peter's parties with relish. She explained that they were like Roman orgies, each room and niche in the Garden District mansion housing had its own sex show, the diversity of which. She then knelt in front of him and planted soft kisses on his hard flat belly and she gently unzipped his thong. His teenage cock literally sprung from its leather prison. Airel then reached under the lounger and retrieved a brown bottle. She opened it and allowed a generous portion to fill her palm and then commenced rubbing the slippery liquid on the length of his shaft. She then took her position on the lounger."Slid down my thong," she requested as she looked over her shoulder at.