Seeing Sasha was John’s treat. Each time he wonders what she will wear? He can’t stop thinking about the black pleated skirt and white blouse she ...wore on Tuesday. God she looked amazing, her legs, her fucking legs he thinks to himself. Her long toned legs in those black stockings and heels had more than turned him on making his cock hard for the whole time they were together. That night he’d had no choice and had masturbated to the image of Sasha in that pleated mini skirt outfit. Of course he. "Let's see what you've got there," said Frank as he withdrew his cock fully from my mouth. He looked down at my mouth which was practically overflowing with his cum. "That's nice.....I knew you wouldn't want me to deny you the pleasure of tasting it by shooting it directly into your throat. Okay, go ahead and swallow," he said as he once again put his fingers alongside my throat to feel his cum going down. It took me another three swallows to get it all down. I could feel a nice warm coating of. She could feel her passage being stressed to near its limits, her clit forced to the outside of her mound by the bulge of Sam's cock, stretching her labia tightly around his shaft. Against her volition she could feel her clit swelling, her juices flowing to ease his passage through her helpless body.The thought came from the depths of her being, "If I were willing, this could be very good."She cringed in her heart, but never in her life had she known this feeling of fullness, of being spread to. " I can't believe how prettyI look, and I thank her for the help she has given me. As I turn toher, I notice her hard nipples in the material of her dress. I give hera parting kiss and head for the kitchen.As the hostess, it is my responsibility to get drinks and put togethera party platter. The women are all salt fiends, so I always includechips and dip. I make sure the glasses are ready and get the gin andvodka out. It isn't long before the first car arrives.As usual, Monica is the first to.