Max just smiled and said he’d be more than happy too, lingerie knowing full well what she really meant. After dinner, they went for a stroll around a park area, near the beach. Max was uncertain if he should take her hand in his, but then she grabbed his, as they walked and talked. By babe this time, it was almost 10pm, and Gwen said that maybe they should head back, but first grab a bottle of wine and enjoy it out on her balcony. Max said sure, but then went for it and pulled her towards him and kissed her lightly on the lips. When she didn’t pull away, he kissed her more deeply. Their tongues met and explored each other, as they embraced tightly, and kissed in the warm reality Florida air. Max and Gwen settled into the chairs on the balcony. They really didn’t talk much, except commenting how beautiful the night was, and how nice it was being outside, without prying eyes on them. They both finished a cigarette and Max moved to her, while she leaned now, against the balcony rail. They kiss again, but this one was becoming very passionate. The heat and electricity between the two was off the charts. Gwen then backed away and looked st Max. “God, you kiss so wonderfully, Max.” she said, breathing hard between kisses. They kissed more as she asked another question, “Is your hardware Plug and Play compatible?” as her arms were around his neck, and his around her waist, as she went back to kissing him. He broke the kiss and answered, “It depends on your ports. My hardware usually is accepted by many ports.” he said, as they started walking towards the sliding door and back into the room, still locked back in a passionate kiss. In the middle of the room, she broke the kiss and told him, “I have three ports. Pots 1 and 2 easily accept hardware of many sizes, which I am sure you will find accominating. Port 3 has been used very little, but might like use eventually.” she cooed as she went orgy back to kissing him and undoing his pants. Max then asked about driver installation. She smiled and said, “Oh Yes. I definitely want your drivers installed. Thanks to a pill, I can accept them without worry, in either port.” she said blowjob and went back to kissing him more. There wasn’t a hint of orgy judgement in her voice; she was genuinely curious. "Cindy, I'm gonna cum!" “Well, I need someone to put a hand on the floor and to tell me how close I get to the ground.” Drink after drink after drink came flowing to our table. I grabbed his waggling tongue, ripped it from the gash in in his face, then forced it down the yawning hole in his throat. I looked down at her while she looked in to my eyes and stuck out her tongue. I felt wave after wave of wetness splash my cock, then splash reality my thighs, even more wetness….and more….and more. Oh gawd I thought, "Sure, sure." She walked into the bedroom and looked at her slut lying on her bed totally soaked in sweat and oblivious to the world. “Don't you think these are lovely Tilly? As she continued kissing me, her hand started stroking my cock through my babe pants. Linda began by wearing a sexy two piece lace teddy. "Peectures and veedio. Grace froze for a moment, appalled, and then reached around to help remove the hot sludge from Wade's sensitive organ. Tiffany's eyes darted blowjob to Joe's lower half. All of yesterday’s pent-up lust came surging to the forefront of my mind, but strangely, none of the horror followed. She stirred her passion around me, making my dick's tip swell with pressure. I don’t need any skill to tell the difference between trained women, returned back up here and on their way out to be sold, and new captures about to descend into a world of torture and humiliation on the planet’s surface. “Please, lingerie Mom!” I begged, “Please don’t make us do this.” She smiled and took my Black Amex card off me. Payment sorted, she said, He still hadn't spoken. John opened the package of socks and put them on and tried the shoes once again. On the night that I turned fourteen, I was at Susan’s because my family didn’t celebrate birthdays. He seemed to have increased his fervor, going deeper than earlier. “Jesus, Emily—this stuff’s fifty percent alcohol.