Depending upon how you thought about these things, I either licked his god-like shaft or his god-damn dick.I was feral. An hour before, I was a religi...usly moderate Methodist college girl in a black dress. I had given a few handjobs or occassionally sucked the cock of a special friend. Now I was naked and I was growling over his manhood or his godhood or maybe his devilhood. I didn’t care what it was called. I hungered for the ambrosia that gods like him proffer. I coveted his godseed.This was. Meine unke nipple kafi ache se apni jeeb(tounge) ko pher ne laga. Unhe mano mini orgsam sa hua aur woh ab balance kho baiti. Aur mere up gir si gayi iski wajah se Mein thoda pheeche hat sa gaya. Unki saari utar chuki this.Woh sirf petticoat mein thi, mein unhe turant samabala aur table par leta diya. Apni shirt utar di aur unke upar chad gaya.Jaise hi meri chaatti se unke boobs touch hue. Itna acha laga ki maja aagaya to meine unhe kask kar pakadh liya aur kiss karne laga. Woh phir se resist. I had the mixed emotion that everyone in this situation experiences...jealousy, hurt, betrayal, sexual excitement and wanting more..I pushed the door slightly and I remember the squeak it gave and both of them jumped up like caught teens...my wife asked if I was ok, and he asked it it was all cool, I said to both of them yes...it's only a bit fun and I've no issues if it stays that way. He quickly went back to eating her cunt and she started to grind herself on his face saying she was going to. The man with the joint in his mouth looked at me and then said, “If you show me those you can.” He looked down at my tits. I was drunk enough to do it. I took hold of the bottom seam of my sweatshirt and lifted it up above my tits. I held it there for a couple seconds, letting everyone see them before I lowered it back down.“Whoa,” the guy said with a smile. “Okay then, here ya go.” He handed me the joint. It didn’t take much before I was both high and drunk. I started to get a little.