My cock was about to blow, and she stroked me hard and fast, her open mouth just above my cock. I could hear Peter coming, and Holly moaning. I blew m... load, a massive amount, shot after shot, shooting up to Kristen’s awaiting face. She took it like a pro, rubbing it in her face. With that done, Peter sat on the bed next to me, and Holly and Kristen started making out, and then rolling around on the floor, licking and sucking on the cum on each other’s face, their tongues playing with each. It was just the 4 of us, 2 girls, a friend and I, the girls drank the most tequila, I didn't mind, since I wanted one of them, who is Rachel to get drunk in the hope that I could fuck her later on, as the night went on, I managed to win the game, after it got boring, to make it interesting we decided to play for money, $5 a spin, since I had won the last few games, I knew this was going to be easy...Rachel was losing money and fast, so much that she started taking pieces of her clothes to pay. One that I am sad to say was making no effort to let me by. In French, the man pointed a stubby finger at me saying, "You are one of those stuck up Americans aren't you? We no like you're type here!" American?" I asked in French, "What are you talking about?"The rather large man was joined by another even larger mountain of a man. "Eh you speak French like a dirty American!" The second man stated with a low growl."I'm sorry I'm from Quebec I..." I started to say when the first man started to. I’d used this tactic a number of times over the years, and I always got favorable responses. Paige was no different. She brought her other hand to her lips as I gently caressed her knuckles with my lips, and a small gasp escaped her lips as I applied a little bit of tongue. Knuckle-kissing is an art, and I like to think of myself as a master. I effectively shut her up until we reached the table. This I was glad for because I was confused myself. She certainly didn’t look like a reporter – she.