It smells slightly of sex. I rub it softly on my lips and touch it with my tongue. It warms slightly more and the tip vibrates gently. It tastes a lit...le semen-like, slightly salty, almost sticky wet. I can’t tell if that’s from the unit or my tongue or my mind. I take ore of it into my mouth and it seems almost alive. It seems as though the unit is being as throughly pleasured as I. I take it further into my mouth and manipulate it more as it responds to my lips and tongue and to the gentle. Pam was the first to show up. Jerry and Susan (let’s call them that) arrived about 15 minutes later and within just a few minutes of each other. After a few drinks I found that smoking was a pure pleasure. We were all sitting around our large patio table while Glenn was barbequing the chicken and ribs. Suddenly Jerry produced the bong and set it on the table (where had that come from!?). As if it were the most natural thing in the world, he filled it, lit it up and took a hit. He passed. I missed him. I was by turns angry with him and wanting him something fierce. I hadn't had a kiss or hug — let alone more — in almost six months.Glenn took my arm and said, "Hey, are you okay? You went away somewhere."I looked around and we were standing alone in the middle of the dance floor. He held the chair out for me then went to the bar for a couple more beers. He came back and sat down without asking. I didn't mind. I was lonely and wanted to have someone to talk to, to dance with.Glenn. It felt great as every small shift would rub her skirt on my jeans and ultimately, on my erection. I wrapped my arms around her back, and pulled her closer to me as I leaned forward and soon was rewarded with her boobs pressing against my chest.Her hands weren’t idle as well, hugging the bottom of my torso, as her hands slowly explored downwards and towards the front of my body. Using her left hand to push my T-shirt up, her digits found my nipples and twirled with them, one at a time. I was in.