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"Where are the guests?" Eric asked as he walked down the staircase with me. We were a little late, but it was so hard to keep my hands off him when he was dressed to the nines. Even now I was thinking of dragging him back to our room, but I promised father that we would be there. "It's a garden party Eric," I reminded him as I told myself to concentrate. He was only a little taller than me but the rest of us matched up evenly. Broad shoulders, a narrower waist, and he possessed thighs that never failed push us both into ecstasy. We turned and went down the last half of the stairs to the first floor. "I know you said that but, it's raining," he pointed out. He wasn't wrong, and any party held in the great outdoors that was insulted with rain would do the decent thing and move itself inside. But not ours. Mother planned for it and had made sure that every guest would have an umbrella if they wanted one, and a two hundred meters squared s...

“That a girl! Smell and taste some cum that doesn’t belong to your to-be husband. It’s the last chance you’ll get!” “I think I wet my panties.” “I didn’t think you were wearing any.” “And to think she was such a wet blanket before when it came to sex.” “For how many drinks she’s had tonight I don’t think she knows she had a blanket.” “It’s a shame it’s over now. She’s enjoying herself so much.” “Who said it was over?” “What do you mean?” “The pool before was his pay. Have you ever seen a girl ass fucked?” “You didn’t!” “Me? It’s ‘we’. It’s all ‘we’.” === Ok. It's a party. :) ===