I couldn't help pushing my hips up to meet his tongue. All the time his fingers were massaging my clit. I felt myself spurting into his mouth. I wa...ted to yell to warn Vincent but it was too late.Then Vincent was on top of me massaging my breasts and nibbling my nipples. I was so hot. “Damn! Fuck me Vincent. Fuck me Vincent. Stick that cock in my hot pussy.”I didn't have to wait long because that's just what Vincent did. He shoved his eight thick inches into my hot pussy and started. ”“Me? You got me drunk and—”“You got yourself drunk, I didn’t force you. What, are you ashamed?” She threw the towel at Michele. “Self-loathing lesbians are really boring you know.”“I am not self-loathing. I don’t loathe anything.”“Canned pears.”“Anything about myself.”“Why the attitude then? Shit, give me that towel back, I’m dripping on the floor.”Throwing the towel, Michele kicked off her panties (the only thing she’d put back on last night) and got into the shower. “The problem is—this. " I owed but Jackson was really stretching it."No. Look, you don't owe me anything, OK? You'll do it because you can. She needs a knight in shining armor. You're the guy." He knew what he was sticking me with and didn't know a better way to do it. I could tell he would rather not have this but somehow it had been dumped in his lap. And now he was dumping it in mine.I didn't have to take it but then I did. I owed Jackson too much to just say no. I was wishing I had let the machine take the. His turn now, he kissed her neck and down the front of her blouse, his hands fighting with the buttons. Dragging her bra out of the way, he paid homage to her breasts. Sheila arched her back, pushing herself against his questing tongue, helping him remove her soaking panties. Sam, moving down as he eased them off her ankles, noticed she still had one shoe on. He laughed inwardly and then, pulling her skirt up out of the way, he homed in on her mound as she spread her legs to give him the access.