My BF told him that we were players if he wanted to go to a hotel with us. That I was a really greedy nympho, who needed lots of sex to really satisfy... me. That he, my BF was bi, and liked to get and give ass-fucks too. So eventually, we hooked up at a hotel. I told Big Jim that I could have multiple orgasms, and my pussy would squeeze down tight on his cock when I came. So he lifted my legs up and gave me a hard hard pile-driver fuck. I came a couple of times on his dick. Oh it felt so good.. Vizzini was wrong about Plato, Aristotle, and Socrates,” I chuckled. “Do you know my favorite Socrates quote?”“No. What is it?”“He said: By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you’ll be happy. If you get a bad one, you’ll become a philosopher.“Elyse laughed hard as we walked up the steps to the house. We went to the kitchen and fixed ourselves lunch and took it to the ‘Indian’ room to eat.“So?” she asked.“I just don’t know. No, that’s not actually true. Intellectually, I agree with you.. K. Katie, but first you are going to have to relax a little and decide if you want a place in our little group.? She had bent forward and I thought she was going to shake my hand, but instead raised both hands, and resting her fingers on my temples, began to massage the area just above my eyebrows with her thumbs. ?Wha... what do you mean?? I stammered. I had started to raise my arms to push her hands away but dropped them back into my lap as a gentle sensation seemed to relax my. “Olivia asked me to come up to her room last night and I told her no.”Jackie’s eyes widen for a moment as she sits there and takes in what I just told her. “Jesus. That makes this more complicated,” she says as I just nod back. “Do I need to tell all these executive women that your pussy is nice but it’s not made out of gold?”I let out an involuntary laugh at her inappropriate and incredibly ill-timed joke. Jackie has always had a way to bring levity to any situation, and apparently one as dire.