The drive back home was uneventful, until we got into the parking lot.

“Bill”, Ginny and I will let you be a gentleman and open the door for
your two ladies of the evening…okay??”

“Sure honey”, I answered….wondering what my wife had in mind now. She
was usually out of the car before me.

x rated college party

Karla didn’t miss the oppurtunity either, as I watched my wife’s hand
trail up Ginny’s outstretched leg, feeling her well above the top
of Ginny’s stocking. Ginny must have been well lit, as she never even
seemed to notice that Karla was actually feeling her up, as she
crawled over her.

Ginny sat between Karla and I in the car. Again my wife was at her
best, she actually bunched Ginny’s white skirt quite away up her leg
as she got in the car. I could easily see the black garters Ginny wore
and she made no attempt to pull her skirt back down.

I looked at the naked dark-haired girl, but she shook her head
at me, hair waving a little in the air-conditioned breeze.

“Sorry, kid. I’ve got my own problems. Maybe next time.”

So I started jerking myself off in the corner. I was a little
embarassed at first, but the whole thing was so unreal, with these two
beautiful women coming out of nowhere, doing stuff that none of the
girls I knew would ever do, that I couldn’t stay embarassed for long.
I wated the blond’s head whipping back and forth as the three of them
moved faster and faster, Chris’s hands clenched tight around her small
breasts, then sliding over her ribs. Tony suddenly moaned, after
being completely silent for so long. Seconds later, Chris and the
girl suddenly stopped moving, and a sort of choked whimper came from
behind the curtain of her hair. The blond leaned back into Chris’s
arms and they stayed still for a little while. I was still jerking
myself off, and staring at the Hispanic girl’s breats, gently moving
up and down as she breathed, nipples still hard from the cold. I
guess she felt sorry for me, because a second later she was kneeling
in front of me and her mouth fell over my cock, sliding warmly down
its length. I came immediately, spilling cum into her mouth which she
swallowed almost eagerly. Nobody’d ever done that to me before.

“It seems that my friend got you guys all hot and bothered, but wasn’t
thoughtful enough to take care of that little problem. So Chris, I
want you to get up and come over here. Don’t worry about the plane -
I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

She reached back and pulled her hair out of its ponytail,
letting it fall forward over her face, veiling its sharp angles and
wicked eyes. Then she quickly kicked off her shoes, unzipped her
jeans and struggled out of them, sighing in relief when she got them
off. She said over her shoulder to her friend,

“Remind me to wear looser clothes on the trip back.”
“Promise.”

She then slid off her white panties, baring smooth creamy-pink
skin and fuzzy blond hair, leaving herself dressed only in a long blue
shirt. She turned to Chris and unbuttoned his pants, unzipping the
fly and pulling them down a little to reveal his cock, fully erect.
She grinned at him, and said, “I think you can find a place to put
that” as she knelt down, facing away from him and towards Tony. She
then reached over to Tony, but he’d already pulled out his cock, and
offered it to her waiting mouth. She went down on it hard, and he
just closed his eyes and smiled as her head started bobbing up and
down, her hair shielding his lap from view.

“Chris? Would you mind helping me get these off? With your teeth?”

Chris looked startled for a second, but quickly nodded. He
leaned towards her, and gently took her panties in his teeth. I
couldn’t see very well in the darkened cockpit, but it took him an
awfully long time to get them off and she was making these little
noises and sort of swaying back and forth, so I guess he was helping
her out a little. He finally slid them down her thighs and calves and
she stepped out of them, swinging her hair around her as she turned to
face us.

“Well, guys, how do I rate?”

We quickly and unanimously voted her a perfect ten. The blond
was sort of smiling, sort of frowning, and beckoned her over for a
whispered conversation.

She crossed her arms in front of her, and took hold of the
bottom of the white tank, pulling it up over her head and shaking her
hair free. She must have liked black, because her bra was black too,
lace to match the panties. The bra looked a little small for her
large breasts, which were spilling out of the top, their dark nipples barely
visible through the lace.

“Mike?”
“Yes, ma’am?”
“Would you undo the clasp for me?”
“Yes ma’am!”

I think my fingers were trembling a little, and they must have
been ice-cold, because she whimpered a bit when I touched her back. I
had a little trouble with the clasp, but I finally got it free. I
didn’t have the nerve to touch her the way the captain had, but I
could smell her perfume as she leaned close. She smelled like apples.

She turned to face us all again, and slowly, teasingly, pulled
her bra straps off her shoulders, letting the bra fall to the floor to
join the pile of black and white clothing. She had huge breasts,
maybe as big as the girls in Playboy, but a lot darker than most of
theirs. Her dark brown nipples stuck straight out, maybe from the
cold in the air-conditioned cockpit. She slid her hands down her
body, curving them around her breasts and across her slightly rounded
stomach. She stuck out her hip a little, and hooked her finger in the
black lace of her panties…then paused.

She shimmied out of the skirt, leaving it in a pool of black
fabric on the floor of the cockpit. Her legs were bare now, a creamy
brown line from black lace panties down to the top of black boots,
laced up to mid-calf. She raised her right leg, and placed it gently
in Christopher’s lap.

“Could you help me with my laces, captain?”
“He’s the co-pilot.”, Tony quickly interjected. “I’m the captain.”
“That’s okay, captain, you can do the other one.”

Chris quickly unlaced the boot and removed it, rubbing his
hands over her calf and down the arch of her foot as he did so. She
shivered as she pulled her leg away, and placed her left leg on Tony’s
lap. He took a little longer, sliding his hands up to mid-thigh,
until she pulled away, shaking her head.

None of us were about to object, that was for sure. The blond
came over to me, and pushed me over a bit so I was leaning against the
door. Then she leaned against a wall and watched the show.

The Hispanic girl had long wavy black hair, almost to her
waist, swinging loose behind her back. She had been wearing a sort of
lacy black sweater, but she’d just finisehd unbuttoning it and was
slipping it off, one smooth brown shoulder at a time. Underneath was
a cropped white tank and a long, loose black skirt.

Surrounding us were hordes of British families, little kids
curled into each other, the seats, their parents. All heading home
for the holidays. Not a single lonely man in sight.

“Hey, babe, I got an idea.”
“Uh huh. I remember your last idea. Almost got us thrown in jail.
And those two guys weren’t worth it.”
“This is much, much better. Just think of those poor lonely pilots in
the cabin. They must be so bored, flying this plane on automatic
across miles and miles of empty ocean. I bet they’re just sitting
back and dreaming of a pair of nubile, 21-yr-old college students
fulfilling their every desire.”
“And you want to fulfill their fantasies, right?”
“Well, maybe not all of their fantasies. They probably ought to keep
their hands on the equipment. But we could provide a
little…entertainment? I dare you to.”
“You what?”
“I dare you to.”
“We’re not kids anymore.”
“Exactly.”

We thought about it for a while. As we worked out the
strictly hypothetical details, it became more and more tempting. The
perfect way to relieve boredom, maybe relieve a little frustration,
and forget about the two idiots we’d left in Chicago. After all, we
were single again now. No ties, no responsibilities. And it would be
a hell of a lot of fun.

She sat rigid beside me, hands clenched, knuckles white
against the metal of the armrests. We’d had a drink while waiting in
the airport, and she’d just ordered another from our flight attendant
in his white and blue uniform, slightly rumpled. Cute, though.
Maybe if she got sufficiently drunk she’d relax enough to survive this
trip. I was matching her drink for drink…they were free, after all,
and we were on vacation.

“How are you doing?”
“Not too bad. You?”
“I’m fine. You know I love flying.”
“I hate you.”

She didn’t mean it, of course. Eight years of friendship
couldn’t be cancelled out by a little acrophobia. But I resolved to
be a little more careful what I said. Time was passing much too
slowly.

Three hours later; almost halfway to England. I, for one, was
thoroughly bored and that rumpled flight attendant with the shock of
Midwestern brown hair and mindless calf eyes was starting to look more
and more inviting. In an effort to distract her, we’d been
complaining about our respective ex-boyfriends and talking about the
joys of sex through the last two or three drinks, and both of us were
now horny as hell. That one of us was bi, and the other one straight
only added to our frustration. We’d gotten to that sad point when we
boasted about all the strange places we’d done it, and all the odd
people we’d done it with.

I moved over to the side of the bed for a short break. Jan wasn’t
ready to rest, though. She began kissing Sally’s breasts, and in no
time, she was getting hot again. I had turned on a bathroom light in
the meantime, and now I could just barely make out the two figures next
to me. Jan began to inch down, constantly licking Jan’s belly with her
tongue and beginning to lick her thighs. Maybe it was the pot or maybe
it was the electricity, but Jan’s knees came apart as Sally lied down
between her legs, and caressed her crotch with her tongue. Jan’s hands
went to her head, and immediately her tongue was inside. She reached
over and held me with one hand while Jan writhed to another climax.

Now, just arrived at the Westin parking lot, I asked Diane, “Everything
okay with you, dear?” “Oh, yes, darling. Let’s have a drink and see how
you two size each other up!” “Okay.. here we go!”

In the bar, Diane immediately recognized the young man. Medium tall, with
light blonde hair and handsome, cleancut, Peter Neil looked relaxed and
not overly nervous as he watched us approach his table.”Hi, Peter,”said
Diane. “This is my husband, Jerry.” “Glad to meet you, Jerry. It is really
nice of you to meet me here. I just finished my last class of the afternoon
and have lots of time.” “I’m glad to meet you, Peter. This is a surprise
from Diane to me. Now that I see you, I can see why she answered you ad
and why she enjoyed having lunch with you yesterday. We ordered our drinks,
and talked small talk for several minutes more. Glancing over at Diane, seeing
her total comfort in both looking at Peter and in talking freely and not stiff-
ly with him, I winked at Diane (my approval signal) and she winked happily
back at me. In a few more minutes I invited Peter to drive following us to
our place. We paid the waitress and made our way to our separate cars.. it
was nice to see Peter driving a Volkswagen Golf, very neat and conservative -
also very clean inside and out. That reassured me that here was a nice student
with more than average class and sensitivity. Peter continued to act naturally,
with respect for us both, but not an uncomfortable feeling apparent about the
difference in our ages.
All the way home as we drove in our car towards chez nous, Diane kept lean-
ing over to me, kissing me on the cheek, touching my thigh lightly, nervously
showing me how she was feeling. I was excited, but also relaxed, feeling
confident that Diane had chosen a winning young man to have fun with, safely.
We arrived first and had time to fix a light drink for us before Peter knocke
d on our front door. Diane rose from the sofa to let him in. She took his hand
but in every other way acted as if she were formally inviting a longtime
friend into our house. I handed Peter his drink and he took a seat on the
sofa, next to our hi-fi at one end. I went over to our record cabinet and
returned with a record featuring Diane as a solo flutist with a local pop
group.. her first foray into studio pop recording. We showed Peter the jacket
of the record and where Diane’s name appeared. He was very pleased, asking if
we would play it for him. So, that broke the (very thin) ice.. and Diane
moved to sit between Peter and me as we listened.
Peter complimented Diane on her nice tone quality and showed us that he
really appreciated the style of the group playing. We drank and chatted
easily for some time, then put on a more romantic soft easy listening record.
Diane, again sitting between us, reached over to her left and just held
Peter’s hand. A moment later, she leaned over to him easily and kissed him
tentatively on the mouth. Peter responded so thankfully, bringing his arms
fully around Diane, kissing her neck and lightly touching her shoulders as
they embraced. Diane, reaching out her right hand, teasingly pulled out my
shirt at its bottom! I had free access to Diane who was so sensually busy, so
I began unbuttoning Diane’s dress, top, second, third, fourth, fith.. down
her front, teasingly exposing to Peter’s look her sexy push up bra, pretty
green garter belt with its tabs attached to lusciously sheer sandal colored
stockings! I undid each of her garters next, then rolled down one stocking and
then the other, removing Diane’s shoes as I reached her feet. She was sighing
and moaning, and I could already see how turned on she was getting. Diane had
now unzipped Peter’s pants zipper and was rubbing his erect cock through his
underpants. When I finished removing her stockings and shoes and fully spread
open Diane’s dress, she appealed to us both in sheerly transparent panties,
garter belt and bra. The two of us helped Diane out of her cocktail dress,
and she kissed me through this, mingling my saliva with hers and that of Peter’
s she still was holding in her mouth. Peter moved around to kneel on the floor
–almost in reverence — staring up at Diane’s beautiful mound, visible with
her red cunt hair showing through her already damp panties. Peter reached up
and pulled aside the crotch! Now, he could see in real life what the picture
she had sent him had showed him about the sexual promise waiting between her
legs for his lust! Peter first reached up, licking his finger, and drew a line
from Diane’s clitoris down to her perineum, smoothly, slowly, lovingly.. she
let out a gasp of delight. Diane reached down and grasped Peter’s head, pul-
ling him eagerly to her pussy. He pulled off her panties with her full assis-ta
nce and began to eat her out with full abandon. I left them for a few minutes
to retrieve my Polaroid camera (!) I was going to have a record of this.
When I returned, Diane and Peter were lying together full length on our sofa,
his pants were only half off, and he was trying to slide his rampant charger
into her waiting quim… red, wet, hot and now gaping with outer lips fully
engorged and parting… I mercifully pullled Peter’s pants the rest of the
way off, helped him take off his underpants and lightly tapped his rump, giving
him the okay goahead to screw Diane to his heart’s delight. At first Peter said
“No pictures.” But Diane asked him if it was alright. She told Peter that she
would love (!) to have a picture of his happy love making with her.. that con-
vinced Peter and he said, fine! I snapped the two of them with Peter plunging
so beautifully into Diane’s receiving and enjoying cunt and as Peter had both
his hands under Diane’s ass cheeks, holding them widely apart as they took
their wonderful pleasure with each other. I moved to the head of the sofa and
took a second wonderful shot of their kiss… totally abandoned, French kissing
with all four of their eyes tighty closed in ecstasy! These are some of our
very favorite photos now, as we look back with pleasure on the joys of this
night. As we progressed, Diane came several times with total happiness and
great sounds of satisfaction. I took over and fucked Diane while Peter kissed
her, played with her boobs and when he recovered his erection – eagerly put
his penis back in Diane’s mouth.. she was now getting fucked from two of her
three love orifices! We took a break, then went to the floor for mutual play,
oral sex of every kind, cocks, cunt, assholes.. we put Diane on her tummy..
then both Peter and I licked her ass all around her two beautiful globes,
nearer and nearer to her puckered little brown anal hole. Then, we each took
turns placing finger, then tongue.. then Peter’s finger and his tongue into
Diane’s rear entry sheath.. until she cried out… “Please, take me now,
Peter in my rear and Jerry in my pussy!” We moved to please her every desire.
And, later, after we were completely spent and happily lying together, Diane
said. “This has been a simply wonderful time. Thank you, Peter and thank you,
so much, Jerry.. for this wonderful wonderful evening!”.. A night to really
savor and recall…

Some weeks after our bedroom romp with Dave, Diane and me, my wife met me
at the door as I arrived home, saying, “I’ve a surprise for you, honey!”
She was wearing a really cute coctail dress with her favorite perfume applied
just enough to send my senses reeling as I took her in my arms and fervently
embrace her. “Diane, you look ravishingly beautiful tonight! Are we going out
for dinner and dancing?” “No, honey. That isn’t my surprise. It’s up to you
but, first lets sit down so I can explain for you.”

“I bought a swingers magazine two weeks ago.. I read the ads hoping to find a
single young male interested in having a light, sensual evening with a couple!
I had so much fun with you and David.. he said he didn’t want to meet us again
because he wants to spend more time with Maryel, his wife in trying to patch up
their marriage. I’ve long dreamed of making out with a younger man, showing him
the way to be patient and really enjoy making love with a woman. I never had
the opportunity when I was dating in high school or college.. the guys were
all too eager then, all fumbles and anxiety to slam bam thank you maam. You
were the first man to really draw my most innermost feelings out of me in so
perfect way. You are completely unique in the way you turn me on and pleasure
me, so don’t ever worry that you are not “enough” for me.. you always are my
favorite! So, I checked all the ads. I found one which intrigued me. It was
from a guy who said he has been studying so hard in college that he has dated
very little and that he is quite shy and finds it hard to start conversations
with women. Jerry, I wrote to him! The ad said, “Please send photo.” I sent him
that one you took of me with your Polaroid, where I had one leg up on a chair -
and had pulled up my dress to show my thin pale green panties – you had asked
me to pull aside the crotch of my panties to show my red pubic hair and cunny!”

“Diane, that was pretty bold of you, writing to a stranger and enclosing so
risque a shot!! It is one of my favorites of you though and you sure look
appealing and interested!! Did you get an answer?” “Yes.. within a week! And,
I didn’t tell you about it when I read his reply because I felt so good about
being able to “accept him” – and I wanted this to be a surprise which you could
either accept or turn down, and I would be okay; his name is Peter Neil, honey,
and he writes very intelligently in neat handwriting, as carefully as you do.
Here, read his letter now.” I took the letter from Diane’s hand with a sense
of excitement (if she already felt able to “accept” Peter on the strength of
this letter! “Dear Ms. ‘loves young men’ – I was so happy to recieve your nice
response to my ad in the Companions magazine, issue No. 27. I hope you will be
interested in loving with me! I have very little experience with women, but I
was entranced with the gorgeous photo you included with your letter! I look at
it each night, wishing that I could see the real you, even in fully clothed
dress, to meet you. You look so kind and yet very sensual. When I lie in bed
at night and am feeling very horny, I take your photo and yearn to touch you
as I pleasure myself happily. If you would like to consider meeting me, you
can telephone me at 736-2587 and leave a message or speak with me. My name
is Peter Neil. Thank you again for your great letter; I hope we can meet soon.
Yours, Peter”.. “Did you call him, honey,” I asked Diane. “YES! And he suggest-
ed that we meet in a safe place so I would not be frightened of talking with
a stranger. We met yesterday at the Four Seasons hotel coffee shop, and had
lunch together.” “Well, Diane! You are all dressed up tonight. Does your sur-
prise include Peter and maybe me?” “You guessed it, darling! I have only to
dial his number, Jer. He is waiting to hear if “it” is on or not for this eve-
ning!” “Call him, and suggest that we meet him at the Westin Hotel bar at 7;
then, after we all have a drink together, I can wink to you my approval or
shut both eyes for a couple seconds if I don’t want to have him come to our
place. Sound okay??” “Great idea, honey! I’ll call Peter now.” Off Diane went,
a huge happy smile on her beautifully madeup face! In a few minutes, she
returned and said, “Peter likes the idea and will meet us at the Westin right
at 7 p.m.” “Okay,” I said.”I’ll run upstairs and shower and change clothes.”

I shoved her head down on him, and he soon had taken over, holding
her head in both hands, pushing his prick down her throat. In
seconds, he was bucking and humping her face as he filled her mouth
with semen.She intentionally held on to his prick with her lips
while she let some of the cum drip down her chin. All the while,
he’d said nothing but “oh,” “wow,” and “Lisa.”

She swallowed, looked coyly up at him, and said, “Happy Birthday,
Marty.” Then she looked at me and said, “I’m glad you didn’t go,
but you didn’t tell him what a good cocksucker I am, so I’ll have
to show him how wet I get when I have a hard prick in my mouth.”
She took his hand then, and pulled it under her skirt. I knew then
that she’d probably removed her panties earlier, when she’d gone to
the ladies’ room in the restaurant. “Sometimes it makes me so
excited that I come,” she said, “but poor Marty came too fast . .
. this time.” She smiled.

“I think that would be appropriate,” I responded.

Marty was taken utterly by surprise (as I mentioned, I was known as
a rather conservative sort), but he was quick to understand the
situation. Lisa knelt before him and began to open the zipper on
his jeans. To her pleasant surprise, Marty wasn’t wearing
underwear, and his nearly erect prick was suddenly at her eye
level. As she wrapped her lips around it, she gazed into *my*
eyes, to show me how pleased (and excited) she was. I started to
open the door to leave them, but she reached out a hand and pushed
it back closed. “Stay,” she said, “there’s nothing you can’t see.”
Marty could only say, “oh.”

By then, the liquor, the earlier teasing conversation with Lisa,
the smoke, and her evident arousal had numbed my own inhibitions
and misgivings thoroughly. I mentioned Marty’s birthday and told
him that I’d been trying to think of a gift; he said it wasn’t
necessary, but I wouldn’t accept that. Lisa shot me a glance that
told me she was more than eager, so I told Marty that we’d finally
decided upon a truly memorable present. At that point, I looked
pointedly at Lisa and touched her shoulder.

Half bluffing (it was tough to tell, even long afterward, whether
I’d been bluffing or not; the wine had fuzzed my inhibitions by
then), I said I thought it might be a good idea. She suggested
then that we visit Marty in the office. “You can decide later,” she
said, “and let me know what you want me to do. There’s no
pressure. I’d be willing to leave it a fantasy.”

Lisa was good at putting me at ease. She had a kind of wisdom, as
well as an electric sexuality, that allowed her to always make me
feel unpressured. At the same time, of course, she aroused my
imagination in ways that made me able to consider what might
otherwise have been unthinkable.

I knew what she meant, of course. I said, “Maybe. We’ll see.” I
only half meant it. I could tease as well as be teased, after all.

Once inside you’d find five
or ten regulars, most of them growing fuzzy with the hour as well
as with the various substances they’d been ingesting all night.
“Mellow” was the right word.
Marty was a good-looking guy, with the sort of looks that Lisa was
particularly partial to (a very different “type” from me), and I’d
often noticed her looking at him with a clearly erotic curiosity;
Marty looked at every attractive woman with a frank “I think it’d be
fun to fuck you” look. On occasion, just to make sure I’d caught
it, Lisa would point out to me his looks at her. “Do you think
Marty wants to fuck me?” she’d ask, “He never would because he’s
your friend, but I think he wants to.”

When Marty was there, the backroom office was nearly as busy a place
as the bar, with softball schedules and strategies being planned,
or picnics, or chats. The door was never unlocked, though. Too
often, Marty and someone would be in there smoking a joint, and we
*were* careful about that.

If you’ve known any bar or nightclub owners, you know that it’s
common practice for them to visit other similar stablishments. It
seems just to be part of the culture. I used to take Lisa to
Mario’s (no one had any idea who Mario was — the place had been
named that when Marty bought it, from a guy named Dave — the origin
of the name was lost in time) fairly frequently. Often, we’d stop
in there after she’d closed her place up for the night. Mario’s
was usually open to regulars well “after hours.” Only the small
reading lamps behind the bar, over the bottles and the till, would
be on, so as not to advertise its status, but if you knocked and if
they knew you, they’d open the door.

“Wouldn’t I like to see that?” she often asked as we were making
love. I wasn’t so sure. My ambivalence was composed of about
equal parts jealousy and insecurity and prurience. Our
relationship had become, over time, a deeply emotional one.
Her wisdom lay in not pressing the point; she kept tantalizing me
with stories of some of her bolder past sexual escapades and, at
the same time, reassuring me that it was neither necessary to
participate in anything similar nor to hear about them. Still, her
evident excitement as she related such stories to me was a
significant aphrodisiac for her, and that, in turn, had a strongly
stimulating effect on me.

Oh to be young again. I was worn out. So much so that I fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I looked at my watch and found it was around 4 in the morning. I quickly nipped out in the garden for a pee (I couldn’t use the toilet). Once back in, I went into the main living room and sat on the settee.

The house was stone quiet. I could hear nothing or could I? I slowly got up and crept to the bottom of the stairs and listened. Yes, I could definitely hear something. As quietly as I could, I stepped up the stairs. There, I could hear something coming from the spare bedroom.

As quiet as a mouse, I crept up and listened at the bedroom door, and to an orgy of groans and the bed protesting at the humping that the boy was giving his mother. I stood for ages until frozen, but they still carried on kissing, whispering, screwing and sucking. When I left them to it, desperate to get my own end away for the third time that day (haven’t done that for a long time), they were in the middle of another good strenuous fuck. At times I heard Pushpa giggle loudly, and once give an ‘ouch’ and reprimanded Ravi for biting her nipples too hard.

After my third cum, I decided it was better to get a room in the hotel down the road for the rest of the night.

The next morning, I arrived at my house around noon. Pushpa was there waiting for me (I had called her in advance). She did look tired, her hair was dishevelled as if she had just got up. I told her that my meeting had finished early but I had to go back to the office for the rest of the day and had only come back to wash and change.

“We are not seeing much of you this visit.” said Pushpa.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “you know what work is like. Besides you got Ravi for company.”

I saw Pushpa blush and behind me I got the distinct impression that Ravi was smiling.

After I has washed and changed, I left them at the front door, got into my car and headed off to the country for the day (well it was my day off).

I wondered how long before they would get started again? Not too long, judging by the look on Ravi’s face.

But I did not wonder when I heard two months later that Pushpa was pregnant with her first child by her son/husband Ravi.

I just thank God I don’t have a son though I wonder if my wife would have appreciated it if we had. With sons like that, why would wives need husbands?

Lucky for him Bella was at the party studying to become a professional cocksucker. Cum, cool off and watch Bella give Sasha’s long hard soldier a bilingual lesson then share some carnal knowledge with crowd by the pool.

College Wild Parties Episode 106