She stroked me lightly for several moments then lowered her sweet mouth to me. I felt her soft, warm lips encircle my cock in a loving kiss before she... let me slide deeper into her mouth. My knees bearly buckled as she drew back, only once, then let my cock slip down her throat. I had no warning, worse, I had no voice. I felt myself let go into her throat and she simply swallowed and began milking me for all I could give her. I felt myself pump my juice into her mouth three, four, five times at. Double-stuffed, she felt as if she were being violated by two men, but she knew that only Charisma assaulted her, and this knowledge was also a major turn-on.Just as Charisma had told her, Tiffany had had no need to worry about having her asshole lubricated; like her cunt, her rectum supplied its own lubricating juices. Streams of fluid ran from her asshole, down the backs of her thighs, just as similar rivulets coursed down the fronts and inner sides of her thighs, courtesy of her sopping. Ella saw the glass quickly moving out of her reach but made a grab for it and got her fingers to it but she could not grab it and instead caused Becky to spill the wine all over her dress.Becky admonished her granny. "Granny, look what you have done. You've ruined my dress"Ella realised that it was her fault but tried to blame Becky. "Well it was your fault for grabbing my glass."Becky knew her granny didn't mean it but it was said rudely and as Becky looked around she realised several people. “That’s highly unlikely. I know what I’ve got. He’s a keeper.”I was embracing her and gave her a light hug. “I like being kept.” We smiled at each other happily. When the door to the elevator opened, we stepped out to friendly “good nights” from the two girls.We walked down the hall and she opened the door and pulled my unresisting body inside closing the door and locking it behind us. She moved into my arms and spent a long time holding each other and kissing. I palmed a breast and our heads.