It was the same brew that the lady gave me that one last drop of, but with hot water diluting it. ‘Make it last. This is the last bottle I’ve got....Perhaps the last bottle anywhere — and it’s nearly empty.’ He held up an old green glass bottle. It looked hand blown. There was less than half an inch of liquid left in the bottom. ‘What is it?’ I asked. ‘Some sort of cider brandy. An old family recipe I think. My grandfather said that he had been left three bottles, my father two, and now just. She stared down at me, chewing on her lower lip, breasts jiggling with each of her motions as she took things into her own hands. I admired that about her. She was going to cum whether I liked it or not. My generous load made fantastic lube. She bounced up and down my shaft effortlessly, and somehow I was still rock hard. It didn’t take long for her to reach her climax. Her jaw slowly dropped and her moans silenced as it took hold. She arched her back, pushing those wondrous breasts into the. But Ron had stayed around to watch the next scene being filmed. It was to be a threesome and he had been giving the young male stud a few pointers on doing two women at once when the time came for action. He watched as the two women had sucked cock and been fucked in turn, with more than a little lesbian cunt licking and fingering to keep the action hot. Despite emptying his nuts only an hour earlier Ron felt his cock stirring in his pants and he excused himself from the set to go and find the. After our set, I saw him come out of the bathroom just behind a girl. The girl was fucking wiping her mouth. He denied it until I told him what I saw. Then he played the true love card. And got all whiny. I’ve gotten kind of tired of that. Or maybe just him. We’ve been together for a couple fucking years. I told him I didn’t care. Just stop with the fucking lying. And go ahead and fuck them, but wear a fucking condom. And I’d do the same with my groupies. Not that I had any, except maybe some.