.maybe too easy. I would sendmessages to the various Dallas FW Yahoo TG groups requesting a man when Iwould be in town, and would usually get many res...onses. About 70-80% ofthe chicken shit guys would not show up for our get-togethers, but then Iwould just slap on a web camera and head for the Yahoo chat rooms to findsome guys. Proudly, I can say I turned into quite the little tramp overthe past five years. I sucked and got fucked by a number of men. Some weregood looking some were not, some. Harry and I glared at each other as we danced. She seemed to be enjoying herself, one of her hands on my neck, the other on Harry’s. Her hips swayed to the beat, and, even though I was angry, I couldn’t deny that she was a turn on. Harry smirked at me as he grabbed her waist and moved his hips with hers. I scowled at him and grabbed her hips, grinding against her. We danced like that for a while, Harry and I competing for her attention. But it was on when he leaned down and placed a kiss on her. Hearing the latch of the door yanked back, Ray stepped back ready for whatever came out. The door creaked open to show a grotty figure of what used to be a man. His dirty grey beard and long ponytail looked like the only water it had seen in years was from the sewers. Ray shuddered as the thought of the reason for the Rats constant scratching was obvious. Stained trousers hanging off his body showed signs of weight loss. He was worse than Ray had remembered and that was bad enough."What do you. Hold it in until I suck it out.” Stella tipped the baster into the gaping pussy, as she had done with so many others, and squirted an ounce of liquor deep inside. I had to hold Blew’s legs up when she felt the cold so she didn’t spray the liquor on me and the desk. “It should be warming already. Now I can float the PITT out as a pit.”Holding the warm, sexy thighs on my shoulders let me watch her pussy recover and open again for me. As Stella began fingering herself, I pushed my tongue and nose.