We were always on the same wave-length. It was catch as catch can for eating arrangements. Some sat at Ursula's dining table, others took seats in cha...rs or even on the floor pillows. Casual was the name of the game. And would continue to be so for the rest of the night. Nothing formal or up-tight in this gathering. I felt a lot more comfortable. Maybe I could pull this off. It was becoming apparent which were couples here tonight. I was with Ursula, of course. If not, I would not have been. "I took a pair of your white briefs into my room and undressed completely and put them on. I looked at myself in the mirror and masturbated, I thought of you wearing them as I ejaculate, I didn't get anything on your knickers honestly". He put his head back in his hands and again sobbed quietly. She looked at him and spoke quietly, telling him he was naughty, that she would whip his bottom, that she would always whip him or thrash him when he had done wrong, that he should look up to women not. I arched my back upwards to meet her mouth and she worked even harder by licking the area where my cock head met the shaft. She knew that this was the male “G” spot, so she sucked and licked this part of my cock head for several minutes. Finally I said “Stop! Stop! You’re killing my cock”. She stopped, and she just looked up at me and grinned. She scoped the new cum off her face and licked it off her fingers. Then she laughed and said “thanks for the load, it tasted really good. Like I said, I. When we got there, Amy parked herself on the middle of the center stair. Like a moth draw to a flame, my four friends all gathered around her two on each side, one stair above and one stair below. I being the only other guy; on the walk over we had lost one as we passed his house, parked myself down on the ground, against the side wall which shielded us from the street, Debbie on my left and Gloria on my right. They talked about life growing up in Brooklyn. How the schoolyard was their focal.