"He looks impressive!"I held my breath. I couldn't believe it! She checked out my prick, and she checked it for what seemed to be a very long time. Sa...ndra looked at me a lot longer than any of the others. What was she doing? Was she fantasizing about it? Could she be imagining what it might feel like?As Sandra looked, I couldn't help but look back at her. It was the closest look so far: Her fair complexion, deep blue eyes, red-ruby lips. She looked so gorgeous, easily the most gorgeous woman I. Barb text her back WHAT, are you sure what about your hubby? She text her back text him in a bit and tell him we got too drunk and I'm at your place passed out and will be home tomorrow.At home it's two thirty am hubby has been calling his wife's phone and no answer, then he gets a text from Barb telling him they drank too much and took a cab to her place and Ann is passed out the sofa and she will bring her home tomorrow and thanked him for letting Ann have this night. Tom, Ann's husband feels. This act of total surrender, of offering my body to a man for his, and my own, sexual gratification, is part of what drives me even today, its my inner turn-on, making myself available for men to enjoy the ultimate pleasure. A perceptable moan escaped my lips as my head dropped, and by emphasizing my acceptance to mate, raised my buttocks and straightened my legs.Anyone viewing my dispostion side on could cleary see here was a woman ready to mate.His hands rested initially on my hips slowly. They finally admitted somehow that doing a man wasn’t that weird for them.“Look how Hastington takes that dick, Swann! He takes it like a whore”, commented Saillard.“And it seems to suck like one, am I right, Ernest?” replied Swann.The two Frenchmen seemed to enjoy their ‘bitch’, who delighted himself with both cocks they offered to them and seeing him moan and getting the best from that threeway. To make themselves more used to it, they had some mental pictures of them doing their.