Looking at my shoes I mumbled a quiet “Hello”. It felt like an eternity until an outburst of, “Jayzis someone get this fine lady a drink!” was... exclaimed.My nerves had been calmed, nothing a few shots of aftershock and double vodkas couldn’t sort out, however I still didn’t feel comfortable. Even though some of the girls had ventured over cautiously to see if it was really me, I’m surprised they didn’t poke my face, I felt out of place. Fitting in was almost surreal. My head spinned as everyone. But then he looked at me and then at her and while her eyes were closed and her head was leaning back against the headboard he motioned with his hand for me to start stripping her down. I hesitated, waiting just long enough for him to back out; to change his mind. When he checked to make sure she was still immersed in her massage and motioned again a little more forceful this time I decided to trust him. As soon as my fingers wrapped around her waist and clasped her button her eyes snapped. I think people mistook me being a responsible, big and quiet person to mean I was mature. Being responsible I'll cop to. Because for a Pulaski male, being responsible was a family trait just as much as our stature and the size of our hands.I'll give you an example: I have never seen my father or grandfather put a single piece of food on their plate until all the women and children at the table have been served. I always thought that little act said a lot about their character. I asked my father. My ass clenched around the tip of her finger, and my cock jerked stiff. I was washed with a fantastic felling, and let out a loud moan. Her finger pulled out of my ass, and her mouth pulled off my penis.Chantal lifted my legs, and pushed them up in the air and back towards my head. My ass opened up, and Chantal's tongue pushed into my asshole. I had never had anyone do this before, and the sensation caused my penis to jerk violently against my stomach. I felt as if I was going to shoot right.