“I still want to cum, my juices are still live, it’s completely private here at home, Robert knows nothing. You’re as fit as me and we’ve stil...l got a bit of shape and like to think we’re sexy yes?”Hazel was convinced after much more discussion, because when Gertie took a phone call from Robert that he wouldn’t be home till near eleven that night due to being invited to a ‘bit of a do’ as he told her, the mature wealthy ladies had the rest of the warm day to indulge a new experience for Hazel. Yet no solution came to hertroubled mind. Was she worthy? Should she forge ahead, or should shecontact Anne-Magis while there was still time for the commission to bepassed to another, one who could bring forth a proper tale.She sought solace one night at a feast-hall that provided a host offoods from far, high, Chian to its customers. As she ate the Chickenof the High Lord Tsao, a solution came to her. "A feast," she thoughtaloud, "may be a single fine course, pleasing to many. Yet, there areat. Really cool.”That --and his mocha-skinned handsome face-- seemed to placate her a little. “You’re pretty cool yourself… for a college kid.”“Here,” he offered her a shot glass of whiskey, “to keep you warm and give you a bit of courage.”“Courage maybe. I doubt the warmth, but thanks,” she replied. She took the glass and swiftly downed the shot of whiskey. She breathed out a stream of air as the liquid fire rippled down her throat.“On the count of three,” Jake announced.Vanessa turned to face the. I had been working the late shift at work all week, meaning an arrival time at home at around midnight. My long boring night at work on this particular night was about to be delightfully...interupted. I got an unexpected buzz on my mobile phone at about 10.30. It was a text message from my wife, well actually from her pussy. She is usually SO paranoid about sending photos of herself on her phone, so i was very surprised to find myself staring (in dis-belief) at her freshly shaved cunt with the.