I kept it in my mouth, pushed her off me, spread her legs and put my cock into her loose and very wet pussy dribbling the cum from my mouth into hers.... She nearly came on my cock when I did that, swishing it around in her mouth then swallowing it. “He tastes lovely doesn't he” she said. We kissed with her tongue trying desperately to get any more cum she could from my face as I fucked her. She was like a dog on heat and I lasted about a minute before giving her my load deep into her. ”“I feel the same way. Your balls are some of my favorite toys, hon.” She tickled my balls with her finger tips.“So, pussy and cock for breakfast?” I wiggled my eye-brows.“Maybe later, right now I am hungry and there is a present under the tree that I want to open after we eat.”“You are the only present I want to open!”We ate our breakfast and made rude comments about each other’s bodies and how they would taste with melted butter or oatmeal. When we were done we did dishes and went in to the. I looked at Melanie with a kinder expression, “Question?”“Yes. Elsa called and she’d like to invite a nice man she knows to our next party. He’d fit in, so to speak.” She assumed a lascivious grin and lightly passed a hand over her groin. “Elsa, Sheila, Cindy, KC, Izzy and I have all met him and fit him in too. I should say, ‘Enjoyed time with him.’”Sheila nodded enthusiastically. She apparently knew exactly who was being proposed. She said, “Matt is really nice; professional and not at all. No surprises, I promise. Just a cup of cup of coffee onthe porch. A pleasant summer night. A sympathetic ear."* * *No true culture was conceivable without a front porch; that was Grace'swell-considered opinion. A front porch was essential to one's spiritualwell-being, the development of one's philosophy, and a guarantor of one'sgeneral peace of mind. Sitting on Grace's porch in the summer twilight,sipping their coffee, nibbling Turkish pastry, it was hard to argue herpoint.Grace had.