" she said again and then she leaned forward and kissed me.Oh my god. I pressed my lips against hers as we began to kiss deeply.She opened her mouth a...d I pushed my tongue inside. Touching and tasting her soft mouth and tongue. She took a quick breath in.I released her arms and she pulled me closer.My hands were on her back, then her hips and her ass.She pulled me towards her and pushed her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues touching one another. Tasting each other.My cock was almost bursting. Many, many k**s in school had taunted me with the same opinion. At one point, I tried to get everyone to call me by my middle name "Liam". That had failed because my mother had refused to go along - "I named you Noel because I wanted to call you Noel." Noel is a good Cork name. Where's your family from?" All over Ireland." But Vaupel isn't Irish." It's Hessian. Hans Vaupel was a Hessian mercenary who decided to stay in America after the Revolutionary War. But I'm seven-eighths Irish."During. I’m pretty sure this is a solid cannonball.” The brunette asked, “Is it worth a lot?” “Could be worth as much as four or five hundred to the right collector.” Both women started at that revelation and the blonde asked, “Seriously?” “Yeah. Civil war artifacts – especially Confederate ones – go for big money.” “That’s insane,” the brunette said while shaking her head. Then she smiled. “Guess we should introduce ourselves. Ms. Randall told us you would be out here. I’m Brenda, and this is. She and Aspen both had their hands between my legs now, rubbing me and pulling at my butthole.Aspen yanked my panties off quickly and attached herself by the mouth to my pussy in an assertive move. She lifted my hips off the futon as she did so, the bags I was holding when I walked into the living room of the large house we shared falling to either side on the floor. I'd forgotten I was still holding on to them when the girls pushed me playfully down onto the cushions. I knew this was the.