"The lady has taste," someone quipped. Frank was pissed off to say the least.Two beers and I had my limit, someone called me a 'two pot screamer', so ...what, I've seen plenty of silly drunks and I wasn't about to be one of them. Soon the bell for dinner rang and we went into the dining room. Joan sat us down and then served the first course, it was a delicious vegetable soup. I can see that I need to talk to Trish and find out her recipe. The main course was a roast with all the trimmings, Trish. Their sleeping relationship is a touching example of doggie love. Unless Buster rolls over in his sleep. In which case, he gets his ear nipped.Kari and our guests were holding snifters of Cointreau. I was drinking a Miller Lite out of a bottle. Kari was sitting with her fabulous legs tucked under her and her arm resting along the back of the couch behind me. Isobel and her husband were sitting upright, feet on the floor, at opposite ends of their couch. It was like something out of a Jane. He was soon to learn she loved to have him cum in her mouth and drink it in. He told me there is nothing that feels better than a pair of gums gliding over your throbbing cock.Ed's mother wanted him to eat her. As he explained it, he was inexperienced in eating pussy. He hadn't had much sexual experience prior to marriage and his wife didn't like him to eat her pussy. As a result his mother "taught him" (his words) how to please a woman with his tongue and mouth. He was pleased he could make. He waited for the vixen to return.“Ahhhh,” purred Windsor when he came back. “Bombay Sapphire. My favorite!”“Housewarming gift,” grinned Danny. “Let me get some cranberry juice.”Windsor joined his beefy lover on the couch and mixed his drink. Danny was already nursing the tequila. He took a joint from one of the many pockets on his cargo jeans. He held it up for approval.Winsdor said, “Let me get this fan and raise the window real quick.”“I’ll do it, baby! Where’s the fan?”“Bedroom.