Let’s go tell some stories, drink some toasts and be glad we knew him. You know that’s how he’d want it.’ I nodded. She was right. That is wh...t he’d want. And he’d have insisted on bringing out the Goldschläger, Mike’s drink of choice for celebrations. He made all sorts of jokes about gold plated turds, due to the gold flakes suspended in the liquid. We’d do some shots in his honor. I was already wincing. Those shots were my kryptonite. Three of them and I’d be hung over for days. But, so be. She positioned herself between my legs,licked her fingers, and began to rub the tip of my dick. As I gotharder, she replaced her finger with her tongue, continually flickingit on my dick like it was a huge clit. Finally she let my dick slipinto her warm mouth and began to take it in and out, faster and faster.When she sensed that I might orgasm, she rolled over and spread herlegs again and motioned to me. "Time for you second pussy lesson,finding my vagina."From her nightstand she grabbed a. Easy! And it usually is, except for this one time. Now I don't carry a gun, but just a knife for cutting away cords, or jimmying stuck cabinets. So I always try to B&E while the occupants are not home. I was already in the house, a normal middle-class dwelling which was chosen for my exploits because of the amount of toys. Electronic toys. Excellent turn-over value. This job would bring me personally over a thousand bucks!Yet this job was not so easy!There was someone in the house. A temptation. She spread her legs wide inviting him mount her and he did. Brenda came once more beneath the weight of her muscled young stud. She lay on her back like a rag doll. He came in my wife a few minutes later. Billy rolled off and lay and quietly enjoyed the small death. I climbed onto the bed, my cock and balls engorged trying to escape the thin rope that bound them tightly. I pressed, rubbed, slid my sex organs in through the sticky wetness coating my wife’s vaginal lips. She lay on her back,.