"Sit on your hands" she instructs as she kneels before me. I am slow to respond, probably due to the sense of shock and she stops, mouth inches away ...from cock. Hurriedly I sit on my hands and as soon as I do so, her mouth envelops me. I lean back into the sofa and moan in pure pleasure. Her tongue works my cock, with each bob of her head, more and more of my cock goes into her mouth. I can't believe this is happening to me, this is the sexual equivalent of a lottery win. I look down and. That was interesting, I asked them for more details. Since they had all of mine.Early 30’s, Aussie guys from Melbourne, just been skiing in Lake Tahoe. Would love to add a third. What’s done in Vegas…..My next question was, your place or mine? The app said they were 800 feet (might have been yards) from my location. I told them I was at the pool at Paris.They replied saying they were at Planet Hollywood and guessed that I was the guy wearing a black and white speedo. They could see me from. But think about having the best of both worlds. A genuinemale to screw you until you're ready to faint. And then a wimp sissy tokiss your sore pussy and make it feel all better." She chortled. Ishuddered. "And you said your hubby should kiss your ass? Well, honey,just say the word and that's what he'll do." Switching back to her sternvoice for my benefit, she growled, "Won't you, Merlot?"I squeaked to my Mistress, "Yes, Ma'am." Then looked at my wife andsaid, "Whatever you want,. The weather was OK, early fall and nice for a change, politicians were passing their usual hot air, some damn fourth-generation repeat of a movie that came out of a cartoon was tops on the charts, and who cared about any of it?But I couldn't rid myself of last night. Suppose— well, just suppose.Most days, once I'd waked up enough and had at least one cup of coffee, I'd get on the horn to Lisa, my girlfriend. Sometimes she'd answer, sometimes she was in class—unlike me she'd gone back for her.