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He gets a real hard on kissing it, you know, and he says it’s the best for a few other things, as well.” Ron was not sure if the drinks had made Carmen so free with her conversation or if she was deliberately baiting Zena. Which ever, Ron was enjoying the sexual innuendo floating about and the rapport between the two women. By now Zena was obviously rapt in the tone of the conversation, and was not sure if Carmen had said turn on or hard on. Hard on sounded far more interesting than turn on she thought, smiling to herself. “Sounds terrific. I wish I could do those sorts of things back home in London. Too cold most of the time though, and no husband or steady man in my life to do it with any way.” By now a definite frisson had developed between the three of them, even though Ron had not contributed much to the conversation, he felt he was definitely a part of the group of three at the table. “Ever tried good Australian champagne, Zena?” Ron smiled, at the same time sending tacit signals to Carmen. “What do you call good? I thought only the French made champagne. Any thing I have tried here seems like carbonated hock,” Zena said her hand on Ron’s arm. Zena continued, Brunette “I bet you are going to say that you just happen to have a bottle of your best Oz champers on ice in your room upstairs.” “Why don’t we go and try it then,” said Carmen, jumping to her feet and taking both Zena’s and Ron’s hands. “I’ll break out the old cliches. You can see our blowjob etchings and the view is fantastic.” No one teen spoke at all during the short elevator ride up the extra six stories to their room. “Have a seat ladies and I’ll Hardcore open the champers,” Ron said, a slight edge to his voice. As Ron dimmed the lights and poured them all a second glass, Zena said, “This really is good champers. I’m pleasantly surprised.”� Ron was sitting opposite the two women who were sitting on a leather sofa, both with their legs crossed in identical style, and both seemed to be vying to see who could let their skirt ride up the most. Cynthia hurried over and knelt in the slave submission position at Mistress Gloria’s feet. She couldn’t seem to hold out anymore, then she gripped each side of her pants, and whipped them out from underneath her. "If...if you...you need to...to ch..ch..change, you can use...use my ro..oom.” he made fists with his hands working up some courage, “But only if...if I...I can watch” he said, the stutter he overcame back in middle school, rearing it's Brunette ugly head as he fought to control it. I said sissy I need to talk to you. Sucking as I move up and down the shaft, your pleasure is apparent by the noises you're making. The wipers waved with a futile purpose on the glass, throwing water to the wind slower than the heavens replaced it. We Hardcore got in her car and she showed me around town similar to what Becca did last year. I didn’t realize how truly masterful he was until last Saturday night. Grace’s legs were light and her bush bright red. I was wrong. She was wearing only a top and shorts and soon Dave was diving into her naked pussy. “No…have Todd pick me up.” She says with a reddening flush. Both males put their hands up as they slowly made their way to the three females. No one that Kayleigh knows will see this footage. “Well boss, maybe a dozen?” he says hesitantly. She went limp as she passed blowjob out from the over load of pleasure he forced on her. I guess one could say that I got a ‘hummer’ (the fun kind). “Excellent, now you remember Cassie, right?” Beatrice said, turning as she nodded at me. “Yes, my tent.” Aella shot him teen a dangerous look.