I watched fascinated as she began to swallow his now rampant member; her head bobbing up and down, like a piston head. Lisa and I began kissing, deeply turned on by the turn of events, our hands roaming freely over each other's bodies. The lad looked as if he was nearing his limit as he grabbed Pippa's head in both hands and, started pumping his rod deep into her throat. Nearly gagging, Pippa redoubled her efforts as he gushed wads of cum into her mouth.
A couple of weeks ago, Dan came home with some wild story about putting my sexual services up as a poker bet. When he saw the look of horror on my face, he quickly told me not to worry, and that he had in fact won the five hundred dollar pot. Since then I've been waiting for him to come home and tell me that he lost. This morning Dan came to me in the kitchen with a strange look on his face.
We'd all been out clubbing in some raunchy nightspots and were still high on the atmosphere. As the night wore on and morning was quickly rearing its bright and beautiful head, the group began to dwindle until only three of us were left. My husband Phil, my best mate Lisa and of course me. My name is Helen and what follows is a story that we three will never forget. Lisa lived far away so, we invited her to stay at our place.
Usually our wives would get together and either go shopping, out to a movie or basically be anywhere but there with us. It usually worked out ok but every so often things would get a bit tense if one or both of our wives wanted to do something with us or more often just didn't want us sitting watching TV and getting drunk. The usual result is that they'd leave in a huff, spend more money than usual and go back to whoevers house we weren't at until the game was over. This seemed like it was going to be one of those days. Things had been a little bit tense between us for the last few days as it was so when she said, "I'd really like to do something with you today rather than going out with Karen Jim's wife.