I swallowed and tried to keep up. He stopped shooting and I released his softening cock from my red lips. He was breathing hard and sat down in a chai...r and told me to fix him a drink. I handed it to him and he told me to go into his bedroom and get ready. He was going to fuck me. I looked at him and said, yes Sir. I turned and walked to the bedroom. I had to place a hand on the wall to steady myself. This was actually going to happen. For the first time a man was going to fuck me in the ass. My. Or, better, that Polly the Preggo was flicking her off. Not that she was a lesbian. Yet. A virgin in the pursuits of sapphic delights, she’d jump on anything with a pulse at this exact point in time. The implications of that could be considered on or beyond the edge of decency, but this story never assumed decency, even from its conception.Opening the cupboard below the kettle to find the teabags, Bitchy Barbara found something else instead. Pulling it out of the cupboard, she heaved it up onto. We sat in the living room with more drinks.- Your place is very nice! I could see myself living here, i said.- Glad you enjoy it, want to see the backyard?It was very private with big walls around. There was a big pool and a jacuzi next to it. - Want to go for a swim? He asked.- That would be nice but i don't have a bathing suit...- That's ok. Me and my wife we actually often go naked. We enjoy going to a nudist beach once in a while so it would'nt bother us at all.I thought this was a bit. Surprisingly I see Marissa walking down the hallway casually as always to use the elevator as well, there were 4 or 5 other guys as well using the elevator, so I need the elevator was going to be crowded. It wasn't typically the type of place a cluster phobic would want to be, and it was worse when someone let out gas, or starts some kind of fight. The elevator finally comes up and we all go in. Already it was getting kind of crowded, but enough room to breathe. I was squished against Marissa.