”“But you did not marry?”“She would not marry for love, but for position. She is now a Countess.”Annette got out of her armchair with feline... grace and sat on my lap.She put her arms around my neck, and gave me a warm, embracing, comforting kiss, before gently drawing my head onto her breasts.“She was a fool — and probably regrets not having you in her bed at nights.”I lay there, my head pillowed on her bosom, listening to the steady beating of her heart. It was comforting, and consoling, to. “But I do love John.”“Whose cock do you love more?”“You know you’re the better lover, Shane.” Marisa felt acool breeze on her wet nipple. She looked down, Jack hadtrue to form fallen contentedly asleep.“Whose cock?” he asked again.“Your cock, Shane.”“Who owns your white pussy?”“You Sha… my husband. I’m sorry, but I’m a marriedwoman.” Marisa stood. “I’m going to go put Jack. Then the bastard continued to torture me with his tongue and finally he gently bit down on my clit. I came instantly, screaming loud…I pushed him back against the arm of the couch, and I lay on my stomach with my chin resting near the bulge in his pants.I licked my lips and pulled off his trousers.He ran his fingers into my hair again as I wrapped my hand around his cock and started to lick the thick head. I licked about halfway up the length of his now hardened dick. He had control of my head. Kuch der bad mujhe realise hua ki aakhir hua kya tha.Us ladke ko pakad k me khud se dur karne lagi.Woh meri thighs k upar tha aur sayad meri navel bhi woh kiss kar chuka tha.Woh kisi tarah utha aur mujhe sorry bol k waha se dur chala gya.Waiter mere liye dusri drinks le k aaya aur me drinks pine k saath ye sochne lagi ki aakhir woh ladka mujhe kya kya kar k gya kyoki meri navel me thodi thuk lagi hue thi.Me dhire se apni navel ko touch ki to sach me mujhe mehsus hua ki woh ladka kya kar k gya.