My tongue was sliding back and forth from her clit to the point he penetrated her and along his cock to taste both of them. Every dozen thrusts or so... Mark would pull all the way out and shove his cock in my mouth. I gladly sucked his and Brendas juices off his cock until he pulled it out of my wanting mouth and back inside her pussy. Brenda was moaning and squeeling and Mark asked her if she was cumming. "Uh huh" was all she could pant out to her husband and she tensed up and shoved her. " Really," chirped Benjamin, excited in so many ways."Honestly," said Bess."When did you start writing poetry?" I asked."Since..." Devi's head disappeared under the blanket, lifting it up and down. "Oh god." I put my finger to my lips and pointed forward. He nodded. "Since I was 12. You know I play piano." I nodded and realized when he'd been with me how good he'd gotten, and he played jazz. "Well, I started writing songs. I never ... Oh fuck ... I was shy about them." Even with me?" I asked. And there’s something else — some scraping sounds — is that pawing? Oh well, I’ll turn off the light and get to bed. I’m starting toward the bedroom when all of a sudden I hear something behind me. I turn and — what is this? How did this guy get in here? Didn’t I lock the door? And what’s he doing in a Santa suit? Have I seen this guy before? He looks vaguely familiar He’s smiling, but maybe I should call the cops — it must be breaking and entering or something. Wait. His finger is going to his. We talked for about an hour. Entranced by his bruting masculine presence and deep blue eyes, his words rolled off of his lips into my ear and straight to my pussy. I had no desire to chit chat .. I wanted him. After a few laughs he asks “ so, do you want to get out of here” .. “ yes please”, I replied knowing I would have left with him an hour ago if he would have asked. We leave the bar and head over to this swanky hotel about a block away.Now in the room we take off our coats and he.