We weren’t even close to being done for the night.We’d finished two rounds of margaritas and headed into the house to grab some food. We were all ...till naked and, like my stiffy, still horny all around, but food called. Turns out Ange has good friends that own a great restaurant, and they had done the catering for the next couple of days of food, so no stress in eating. We grabbed the stuff labelled for the first night and dug in and ate. We all needed our energy. We ravenously ate the. ” I guided his little cock between my lips and put my feet against his bum and drew him into me. I made him do it, I made him fuck me. But, oh God. I hate to admit it, I felt so alive, as he hammered his cock into me, over and over again. Such energy he had! He grabbed my tits, twisting and teasing at my nipples as he rammed his cock as far as he could into my pussy. It was so hot, so wet--I wanted him so badly, and had no self control. But I wouldn’t let him stop, with my legs wrapped around. I wondered what happened back then but my thoughts were cut off as I noticed Lydia saunter her way back into the room and onto my bed next to me. "I need you to tell me exactly what this plan of yours was, and then I need to think.” It didn’t matter whether he told me the full truth right now or not. Perhaps the women were being forced to do all of this as an act, perhaps Lydia didn’t want any part of this and was looking for a way out. The only way to know the truth was to play along until the. He almost immediatly dropped to his knees for me, but then he paused, and fought with himself, and then he lost, and then dropped to his knees. It was actually hotter than if he had just dropped without thinking about it. He was still a little too tall down there, the top of his head just above by belt line. Spread your legs. He did, but wow that really set him to crying for some reason.. Did he think I was going to kick him in the nuts or something? I guess boys dont like spreading their legs.