.. not business. I got church clothes and party clothes and dance clothes and..." Megan was oiled up, and motor-mouth had set in.Randy interrupted, ge...tting into it for the first time. "But Meg, we're at a party now and you're not wearing party clothes."Megan gave him a narrow look, the kind that lets you know drunk logic is at work. "We came right here. Didn't change. But I got 'em." Oh really? Can you prove it?"Prove it. The challenge was laid, the glove cast down. "OK, mister Randy, I live. As Iris continued sucking him off, she found herself surprised – and a little gratified – by the quantity of cum – especially since it was the second time around. While he caught his breath, she happily kept his cock and his cum in her mouth, staring up at him. The warm, slippery liquid provided the sensitive end of him a comfortable place to rest.In a moment of exquisite debauchery, she held him still with wet lips, as she expertly swallowed his cum without releasing him. He pulsed one more. Her entire life is taken up with licking envelopes and reading stories in the slush pile, all so she might one day introduce herself as agent Elena Bancroft, rather than the skinny, waifish, freckled English major she is.Stumbling into the bathroom, she notices her nude reflection in the mirror. Except for her college days, as far back as she can remember she’s always slept in her birthday suit. It’s not that she hates clothes per se. Neither is she an exhibitionist. She just loves the feeling. After she leaves he makes a ‘l’ mark on a sheet of paper.After a bit, a lovely redhead arrives and he rises to the occasion and spends an hour making love to her. After she leaves he puts down another mark on the paper. ‘ll’He rests for an hour and then a lovely blonde arrives. He is tired but he spends an hour making love to her. At the end he makes his third mark ‘lll’ and then falls asleep.In the morning the sheik comes in to wake him and notices the paper.‘Congratulations my friend. You.