"151, Ash," she said with a smile. Oh boy, I had only had that once and it definitely kicks me in the head. Bottoms up! Okay, those three did it for m.... Looking at Staci, I see that it hit her as well. She leaned over and kissed me, shoving her tongue into my mouth. I closed my eyes and savored her liquor and sweet taste. The four of us (Staci, Blonde, his buddy, and myself) left the table and went back to Staci's. Once there, she couldn't wait to get our dresses off and kiss me again. I. He pumped rope after rope of cum in my mouth. His was so sweet and tasty, I want more, lots and lots more. As he pumped my mouth full I was not able to swallow fast enough and some dribbled down his dick to my hand. Soon as he started cumming, my hand stopped and my mouth locked in on the head of his dick and let him pump his load. When he was done his whole body went limp, and I let his dick fall out of my mouth.You like that didn’t you son? Fuck yes daddy. No one has ever given me an orgasm. “Damn, what got you so turned on?” I said as I pushed into her tight warm body.She grunted and said “That kiss, feeling that dick of yours pressed against me.” she grunted as I thrust into her again, “...and the knowledge that we're cheating on other people is hot.”I was holding onto her hips, looking down at her ass and said, “Damn right it is.”“I...” Cassie started, “...will tell Stacy of this.”I continued humping her, moving my right hand up her body and under her shirt and bra, “I'd rather. That day, I ran into Harold Felton a.k.a Simon Weatherton at the Spanish Steps. He was a strapping 6-foot-5, brown-haired, brown-eyed, British gentleman. We went to an Italian café, sipped cappuccino, and talked of jewelry. I even showed some of my jewelry pieces, one of them being a voice recorder and another being a tracking device. I asked him to meet me for dinner at my hotel suite tonight and he accepted my invitation. That night, I ordered room service before my dinner date arrives. I.