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“Now kneel between Mark’s legs and begin stroking him until he’s hard again.” Jill directs. Jill does the same between Marcus’s legs. John sits quietly with his back leaning against the wall watching. He is indian smiling, but I can see his curiosity. I get up and move over to the wall next to him. “John, we need to talk a bit.” I say in a lowered tone to him. “You’re mad at me aren’t you. I did something wrong again didn’t I?” John asks with his head bowed like a child being scolded. “No John, I’m just here giving you a bit of advice. I’m not here to scold you. Actually, I’m quite proud of you. You seem to listen and learn. My advice is on taking care of my girl Diane. If you are going to expect her to be willing to accept a second girl in your playtime, you need to reciprocate and allow her to have a second guy. Fair is fair. I’m sure you will be more than rewarded, but you have to be willing to play equally.” I tell him. He sits there and ponders what I have said. I continue, “John, do you know why Jill and I are so successful with our playtime? It’s because we absolutely trust each other. I love her, and I want her to be happy. She is so beautiful, I have no misunderstandings that she could get any guy she wants, but she chose me. I look to her for some approval. Let me give you a piece of advice my Grandmother told me many, many times…. HAPPY WIFE, HAPPY LIFE.” John smiles. He is now getting that I’m happy with him and just want to help him mature a bit more. “Sir, you know you’re my idol, don’t you?” John asks. “No John. I don’t want to be your idol. I’ll happily be your mentor, but not your idol. OK?” “What the difference?” He asks. “An idol is someone you worship. A mentor is someone you come to for advice, to learn from, to be friends with. I’d much rather you allow me to be your mentor.” “Besides, I think your Mother really likes you hanging out with us. “Why don’t you just tell me? That way I’ll save at least half a day and you won’t have to buy me lunch.” Or even, “She’s a total slut, buy her a drink and she’ll pay out.” His cock was 12 inches or more. She caressed his shoulders and face, asking what was wrong. Her eyes widened. My breathing starts to come faster and you push me down on to my back. I was being pursued by a group of bounty hunters seeking to apprehend or eliminate me, and – “ this time, the whelp sunk his fingers right around the same squishy breast closest to him. Julie studied the pair and could see clearly they were in love with each other and it was hard to believe that there was indian 15 years separating the two, not because Gina looked old but because Donna looked, and acted, so much younger. From Emily's demeanour she certainly wasn't going to save her, she had made her mind up about Tracey's fate some time ago and wasn't about to change it, she even made a comment that she might inherit whatever money Tracey's father left as Tracey herself certainly wouldn't be able to. “I appreciate the honesty, James. I knew she would be groaning, ‘oh G_D' again and again. Free to have sexual encounters anytime they wanted with their husband's approval AND encouragement! As we approached an escalator, Jon told me to go up and wait for him at the top; he would be up in a minute. I don’t owe him anything!