"Who's that?" she asked Laura, pointing to the woman."Who's that?" she asked Laura, pointing to the woman. "Oh, that's Carol Spellman. She's a vice president with some insurance company. She wasn't here for the last party, but her husband was," Laura told her, pointing to a man in his mid-forties sitting on the couch. He was talking to a petite redhead from the last party. "Him?" she asked in wonder, looking closely at the man. He was not at all what she would expect the blonde to be married to. He was at least three or four inches shorter than his wife, had a small gut on him, and was only of average height. "Sweetheart," said Laura with a grin, "don't let his looks fool you. That man has a cock that is almost twelve inches long, as thick as your wrist, and he can keep it hard for hours. And he has a terrific tongue as well. He's one of the best pussy eaters here!" Janet's gaze darted to the man's crotch while she tried to imagine what a twelve-inch cock would look and feel like. She thought to herself, something that big could split a woman in half. "How about the wife?" she asked. "Does she go both ways?" "Hell, Janet, just about every woman here does!" Laura replied. "But her favorite thing is getting cock in all three holes at once. She also likes to watch her husband fuck women and then eat his cum from their cunts." Janet was about to say something when she felt a hand come to rest on an ass cheek. She turned her head and saw Bob standing behind her. "Nice to see you could make it," he said. "Nice to be here," she replied, leaning her weight back and rubbing her ass against his groin. "Perhaps a little later we can see about taking care of your hard-on," she told him. "What's wrong with right now?" "A little early in the evening. |