Friends, I regard foreplay as most important part of sex. He is indeed a master in this art. He used to have different tricks for different days.One d...ay he would blindfold me. Then he would put on some soft erotic music. We would dance. While dancing he used to hold me close in his arms. Since I was blindfolded all I could do was to let him be the master. He would stop in between and kiss me all over. Then he would get my saree off. We would dance for a while like that. Then he would go behind. "I want to. I want to suck you, and if you suck me, then I'll make you mine."I climbed over her again, and she stroked our cocks together in her hand, kissing me gently. "I want to suck your cock, goddess," I replied, whispering gently to her ear. She pulled me closer, and whispered to my ear, "Then, suck my big cock, Viking." And so, I turned around over her, kneeling down over her crotch. I felt her hands on my cock, drawing it into the wetness of her mouth, shortly followed by the rough. She wondered whether, if she adopted the right tone, part-nostalgic, part-confessional, part-gentle-chastising, she could mention her lust for her friends without losing their respect or affection.Maybe it was best not to go there, she told herself. Those thoughts and feelings were of the past. There was no need to dredge them up and lay them out, naked and writhing, before friends who'd probably never shared similar ideas or emotions, who'd never wanted to kiss and caress her, to explore her. "That was some weird show you had on last night! Cody kept pointing to the TV saying, 'Mommy that old guy is wearing a bathrobe!' What exactly was that outfit that he was wearing?" "It was some sort of religious garb. But he was pretty amazing, going all the way to win the million! He turned out to be nice guy, after I apologized for calling him 'Mr. Wizard', he said no need to bother, it wasn't my fault anyway!" "Well, even my little daughter was getting into the act! She kept pointing to the.