“Grape juice and vodka?” Heather giggled.“Hey, we’re lucky. I ran into town during supper. This was the best I could find.”“Please tell me...the grape juice wasn’t supposed to be someone’s communion or something?” Heather joked.“Nope, just for us,” Mandy said with a smile as she poured plastic cups full of the two liquids. She brought the drinks back to the bed, handing one to Heather, and sat back down. She took a large sip from her own and encouraged Heather to do the same.They sat and talked. There were a few other such presentations, including some gag awards, such as a gold-painted brick -- the "Unstreamlined Brick" Award for his attempt at flight at Lonetree Wash. And, of course Al thanked everyone for their kindness and help in keeping things going following Louise's death.The party went late, and several people got pretty steamed on the drag-bag leftovers. At one point, Crystal and Scooter were talking with Michelle's father, Pat, mostly griping about how they were having Grand. His breathing became less ragged as a sexual tension inside him subsided. Yolanda slowly eased her grip and began to gently stroke his cock up and down."Thanks," gasped Gary. "I thought I was going to pop right then and there." No, now you're gonna pop," said Yolanda as her lips formed on 'O' and she took Gary's prick deep into her hot, wet mouth.Yolanda's head bobbed back and forth in time with her hand, that was stroking Gary's hard shaft. Her tongue laved back and forth over the head of this. ?Les mains de Roy se baladaient sur tout mon corps alors que nous jouions, il se permit m?me de poser ma main sur sa grosse bitte d?ploy?e, je ne sais pas encore pourquoi, mais je ne parvenais pas l'en ?ter.Je savais que c'?tait mal, que c'?tait extr?mement g?nant, mais J?sus que c'?tait bon ! .....Elle ?tait si longue, si ?paisse, si band?e, en un mot si m?le... Je ne sais pas comment cela arriva, mais bient?t je me serrais contre le rebord de la piscine alors que sa bite frottait contre ma.