No dinner and drinks ... just meet and fuck bareback like the sex-addicted sluts we were. She agreed, sent me a picture of herself and her number and ...old me it made her cunt drip with anticipation to be such a wanton, pleasure-seeking whore. We set a date and time for later that week but agreed not to chit chat on the phone in between. I would call her with the room number of the motel when I was there and she would come to the door. We wanted to stay "strangers" as much as possible.On the. It takes me a moment to figure it out - This boy is getting a hard on right in front of me! That does it, I feel my own dick getting rock hard. I glance down and could see the outline of my penis trying to burst through the front of my shorts. My underwear is barely keeping things in check. I’m speechless and don’t know what to do. He sees me stating at his erection and says, “Do you want to see it?” My heart is pounding in my chest, my mouth is dry and I’m having trouble forming words,. We stayed stuck together for a few minutes. In the background, I could hear Lisa moaning as she was stroking her clit to the rhythm of Amy and me. She was having an orgasm of her own from clitoral stimulation. She was a beautiful girl and I said to her, “You are next to slide up and down Santa’s pole sweet thing.” She looked at me and smiled. We all collected ourselves and sat recovering for a few minutes before the next round started. Lisa grabbed a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon opened it. "Shit-fuck!" she exclaimed. "I'm stuck!" You sure are," Emma chortled from somewhere ahead of her. "You're supposed to twist as you come into contact with them. Try it and see."With a protesting wail, Timora twisted to her left, trying to shrink away from the thorns that found her right arm, breast and that side of her torso, but she was surprised that the thorns on her left side released and slid behind her. Some of them, especially the ones directly poked into her front, left deep, painful.